Who Knew

Who Knew

A Story by Manda
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Who knew that her best friend would be such a killer.... Who knew that he was her next victim.

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Johnny was my best friend
And one of the only friends I had.

He lived alone
In the brown house next door.

His mom and dad had died long ago
But nobody knows how...

I was the only friend of Johnny's
But I didn't know why...

Johnny was such a nice boy
And very handsome at that!

He had dark brown eyes
And wavy brown hair.

He was not too tall
But had a very muscular body.

He got pretty good grades
And all the teachers adored him.

Everyday Johnny and I would sit together
Eating our lunch.

We would talk about the latest pranks
And who would be our next victim.

I never thought that I
Would be on Johnny's list.

Until it happened
One day after school...

I had just gotten off the bus
And was heading for home.

Johnny was walking beside me
With his hands in his pockets.

His eyes were focused
And determined.

"Johnny, what are you thinking about?"
I asked curiously.

He looked up at me
His eyes filled with darkness

I felt fear
Go through my whole body

Johnny,
Never answered.

Instead he pulled out a gun
And aimed for my head.

Then it hit me
Like a sack of potatoes

Johnny had been the one
To murder his parents!

And now I,
His next victim!

Before I could tell him to stop
It was too late!

Johnny pulled the trigger
And bang!

Who knew that my best friend
Was a bloody killer...

© 2010 Manda


Author's Note

Manda
Wrote this for a group. Its different I know. Something new!

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It's good I enjoyed the story line, sorry I didn't say something more constructive though. It may be disturbing to imagine but that's only after you think "Wow that was pretty good" "...oh but really she got shot be her friend...." as an other comment said a curve ball indeed, nice to see once in a while and should deffo be around more often. In fact I will use knuckle ball in my next piece of writing...lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


It is scary to think that someone we know could be a killer.... but sociopaths can hide it really well cause they have no concept of right or wrong... a creative and interesting piece that is also all too real.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great job, I like how you used it and put into a poem. It was thrilling, nicely done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I have to say I wasn't expecting that ending.
I really liked this =) Great write

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like this. It's dark and haunting. It's a poem that reads like a story that reads like a poem. ;) Nicely done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really digged this. but from the title it gave away the ending for me which stunk. otherwise great price keep it up

Posted 14 Years Ago


Interesting, but how could she have wrote this if she was dead. Unless of course she wrote it from the other side. Chilling little write. Love creepy things.

Posted 14 Years Ago


WHOA! That curveball just came out of nowhere. You have written a very disturbing story here. That gritty darkness is what made it so great. I really liked this poem. It was creative, had an array of emotions, and had an ending that raised the hairs on my arms.

Posted 14 Years Ago


awesome sauce

Posted 14 Years Ago



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