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Creative Writing:The Assassin

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Creative Writing:The Assassin In the eerie stillness she lay in wait. A one hundred- year old oak tree concealed her shivering body. The crisp air was heavy with fog making it difficult for the moon to spread its light. Because it was winter, the leafless trees cast long, spiky shadows on the mud-caked ground. Their fallen leaves, that were still visible, were soggy and trodden into the sludgy undergrowth. Apart from the occasional car speeding towards the peak, the surrounding area was deserted. The faint murmurings of farm animals on the other side of the hill were carried through the stillness to the attentive ears of the hidden killer. ...read more.


The decorating was mainly earth tones and the furnishing mahogany. The scene was comforting and strangely peaceful. Surrounding the cottage were two or three farms. They produced mainly corn and in the summer undulating seas of gold could be seen from the upstairs windows. Now the fields lay fallow and bare, asleep for the winter. A passing car's headlight's created a silhouette of the house. The killer's body was rigid in anticipation, waiting for the victim to pull up the sweeping gravel drive. Her head was turned up toward the sky, like an animal sniffing the air for the signs that danger was approaching. Much to her annoyance, the car continued on the road, twisting and turning around the sharp bends all the way to the village. ...read more.


The engine stopped and the lights were switched off. The occupant began collecting the bags off the back seat of the car. She unlocked her door and began clambering out of the car grasping her shopping. As soon as she had slammed the door her position made her a perfect target-just a single bullet. Her arm was raised, her finger poised on the trigger, ready to strike. She fired. The shot killed her with a clean wound to the back of the head. Her body crumpled to the ground. Carefully, using gloves the assassin picked up the bullet, placed it in a freezer bag along with her gloves and cigarette butt, and slipped it in her pocket. Stealthily she climbed the hill to where her car was waiting. Just before she got in she checked her watch. It was 7:56. ...read more.

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