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Francine Styles receives a visit from two detectives one fateful night announcing her husband’s death. She later finds out his killer is a man he has been having an affair with. Now she is on a mission to end the lives of men also leading double lives. Witness each murder firsthand as even Francine’s trusted psychiatrist is nothing more than a helpless pawn in her quest for revenge. Law enforcement is unable to pinpoint her whereabouts or deduce who is next in her line of victims and she is referred to as “The Revlon Killer” – a name given to her because of the way she seduces her victims before killing them in cold blood!
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1 / is a return, as my return doesn't work 2 //s is 2 returns Sincere Words// Words spill/ out of my pen/ onto the once-blank page// Letters dance/ across the stage of my mind/ talking, acting, eagerly// They gush/ everywhere, overpowering/ tidal waves// Imagination fuels/ their mighty power, true power/ from the heart // Real Magic(new poem)// Magic is not a wave of a wand/ not a casting a casting of a spell// Magic is found in a comforting hand/ a tear wiped, a kind smile// Magic is not bubbling cauldrons/ or flying brooms// Magic is a quiet, star-filled night/ a summer breeze, a shooting star that zooms by// Magic is kindness, love, and peace wrapped tight // by Summersnow
((One slash means a new line two slashes means a new stanza.))Whispered vows of promise broken/waited words so deftly spoken/acts of love now acts of hate/left no cure or this unruly state// who looked an looked but couldnt find/filled with jealousy and a sickened mind/a tale of death and bearing sorrow/to dream, to wish, but be dead tomorrow.//Would i not gone, not dead nor alive/no longer deal with pain and strife/but wrong i was to hope to dream/there was no answering call it seemed//And no longer did i wish to cry/to live such a terrible lie/so aiming the dagger at my heart/ softly whispered "till death do us part."
If it's ok to enter a song and a poem, thats what I'm gonna do. ((I wrote this song 6 years ago. I was in 1st grade then, so if you think it's bad, don' t judge me!)) I Wanna Know Me By Diana I wanna know what I wanna be I only know it'll be reality I wanna be warm, I wanna be free I wanna know what I wanna be I wanna know what I'm gonna do I wanna know, cause I don't have a clue I think I'll make some new friends; make sure they're true blue, I wanna know what I wanna do [Chorus] I wanna know me, I wanna know me I wanna know what I wanna be-e I wanna know me, I wanna know me That you'll sooon see I wanna know where I'm gonna go I will go everywhere, and now I know It's Guatemala to Ohio I wanna know where I'm gonna go [Chorus] I wanna know about my friends With these friends the fun never ends! Day by day the fun ascends I wanna know about my friends [Chorus] [Chorus, octave higher] I now know me! I now know me! I just found out what I'm gonna be I now know me! I now know me! That you'll sooooooooooon… see-ee!! Magic By Diana It's magic The smell of pine and the scent in the air Fairies dancing on the breeze A secret garden, hidden away Ivy trailing down it's walls The sky a big blue ceiling on the world Stars twinking on it like florescant lights Roses bursting from seeds Light, shining through the magical pine breeze Flowers pop out from down under Bright and crying, "Look at me!" Sunlight dappling the rippling waters Of a pond Fish leaping and creating rainbows In the mist Wind, teasingly laughing in the trees Making them sway and bend to it's will Foxes creeping through the undergrowth Ladybugs skitter on the wind The sun throws down it's piercing glare Baking the earth and Drying the pond Then, ah! The rain! Music dripping, Splashing, Soaking the world in it's cool wetness Air, free of smoke and clouds Oceans, no longer tainted by the oil and wood This is what we miss This is true magic Thank you!
(An original work by me. Not from anyone else. Its free verse, no rhyme. Its just my style.) <br> <br> Sometimes it seems as if the world is fighting an undying war with you in the middle, a thin veil, holes scattered haphazardly, with no care for order and reason. Swords, spears and arrows create ever more inperfections in your once perfect cloth. It is simply a wonder you dont collapse from the weight of the world resting on your shoulders, like thousand pound weights, holding you to the ground. Yet, even with the suffering and anguish of the war all around you, ther is hope. The tiny pinprick of light, through the endless clouds. So much like the eye of the hurricane, its hope will not last, the storm will come again, drowning out the light of hope. But, the light grows ever bigger, turning from a simple hope to a salvation; sweet, sweet freedom. It rips down the tattered veil of your past, replacing it with an impenetrable wall of stones, unbreakable and ageless, strong against the war the world wages upon you. It turns turmoil into peace and serenity to last until the end of days, the utopia that will last forever. All because a glimmer of light, the hope of this future perfection. And because of the impenetrable wall of stone you have become. Finally, there is peace.
Entries due 07/23/13.