Janette walked her favorite
path this morning
What she did not know
was what was around the bend
There, a monster waited for her
with a blade in his hand and
lust in his heart
His attack was swift and brutal
Her cries went unaswered
Only heard as whispers
resounding theough the trees
The tall giants saw everything
but said nothing
No evidence was left behind
At least nothing useful
She laid on the forest floor
becoming on of the lost
One of the forgotten
She made many friends
many of them scavengers
You would think they couldn't be
tursted
but against all odds they kept her
secret, kept her untold story safe
The All-American police force
searched for hours, they never
found out what happened to her
With no leads her case turned
cold
Author notes
Screen Name: Beautifulcurse
This is a fake story.. I'm going to school for Forensics.. My classes and book by Jack Ketchum " Lost" are the inspriation for this write..
A contest entry
- As Real As The Lies You Whispered Under Your Breath by Heartbeatsxfading.
300 points, ended January 29, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I liked this, but it's not quite what I meant by fake..
Fake as in fake in nature, such as a doll.
Not fake as in made up, like a story, nonetheless I liked it. Good Job. -
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i tried... i can think of a better entry that would coincide with your definition of fake.. or i can just stick with this one.. your call..
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