Me Sleeping beauty laying down she wakes by a kiss from a prince her blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.He strokes her hair as he kisses her soft pink lips her rosy cheeks her beautiful face he loves her with his #life. He defeats the evil witch he chops down the thorns do see her face he slayed a dragon to hear her voice he wakes a town to feel her skin AND I WAKE UP FROM MY DREAMS!,!

Steve stood behind the bar, his big frame blocking the tv screen behind his back. A damp musky tea towel sat in his hand sucking the moisture out of the chipped glass. His face was pale with freckly cheeks, his mouth drooped down to his chin. " Oi mate move out the way!" Steve raised his eyebrows but jumped out of the way and turned to see the big screen behind, " chief of FBI said Tara Morgan was murdered, here in these woods shot 5 times in the head with a pistol! But the body has been taken to FBI's base and has been thoroughly examined." " Oh my God, poor kid oh well." The man sat beer in hand, while poor Steve clasping his tea towel, a single tear ran down his cheek falling down into the glass. " Ok yes I knew Tara, she was a lovely girl. Why all these questions anyway ?Why am I here?" The interrogation room was hot and clammy the smell of tobacco and coffee wafted through the air. Steve figited in his seat uncomfortably a bead of sweat running down his forehead. " You tell me, according to our sources you to were in a volitile violent relationship" McGuire stared coldly at Steve from across the cheap flimsy desk. He desperately wanted to hurt this man who sat a foot away from him. The anger grew in side him looking at the blank pathetic face of this bully. McGuire smashed his fist onto the table screaming an inch away from the face of this animal in front of him Steve helplessly feel backwards off of the plastic chair his eyes widening and his heart thumping in his chest. The wind rustled through the trees the snow crunched under the flat tyres of Abby's bike, her hair blew in the strong wind tears rolling down her small face her back pack bounced as she sped down the bumpy trail. her legs pumping furiously as she made her way up the dusky path.she pulled up her bike next to the same tree Tara had awaited her lonely death. She sat down and pulled out her sketch pad and looked up at the beautiful surroundings around he. Tired and hungry Abby turned to see Steve standing there she jumped back on her bike but she was to late...

She ran down the stairs " just don't take it the wrong" yelled Max running after her. She slammed the door catching her coat in the hinges as she did so, Kayleigh sprinted passed the school and passed the nursery and into the forbidden forest. She slumped up against a tree sinking down to the ground her eyes full with tears into her long blue coat. " Kayleigh ?" Said a confused voice, " who's asking" sniffed Kayleigh turning round to face a small shadowed figure. Bang Bang Bang! She lay on the floor her back to the ground her blood oozing out of her chest. She was facing the killer who was cackling in the moonlight... " Time of death?" Questioned McGuire "24-48 hours. Oh my! Oh my, Oh my! McGuire look blood on this tree lots of blood in fact the whole tree is covered in blood!" He had notice the thick tree where Kayleigh had sat and had awaited her pitiful death. The man pulled a cotton bud out of his tweed jacket and swabbed up some blood off of the tall tree and stuck it in a plastic bag...

⬇️Don't Look Down⬇️ My blistered feet rubbed against the sand, telling me to stop in my tracks. I pulled the gun from my pocket staring at the snarling wolf he stared into my eyes and showed me his sparkling teeth. I held the gun pointed at its face shaking with fear, I stepped away slowly, hoping I didn't need to use it. Suddenly it began pacing towards me then breaking into a run, I began to sprint away. There was no one for miles on this abandoned island all I hoped was that there wasn't a pack of wolves to go with the lone wolf. I was still running my heart was pounding and my feet were red raw. "Ahhh" I screamed as the wolf grabbed onto my ankle dragging me through the dusty desert my eyes were watering and I couldn't see a thing all I knew was I was in a desert being dragged by my ankle by a wolf. I was praying for my #life my forehead was dripping with sweat I cried into my sweater and all I was thinking of was why had I come alone to see a crime scene in the middle of nowhere at night why had I left my family for this? We had stopped. The wolf had put me down, slowly I sat up rubbing the water and dirt out of my eyes. I was still gripping the gun, but I just couldn't use it I turned to look at the wolf but it had disappeared instead I was in a filthy hole in pitch black and laying in front of me was a man a dead man. All of a sudden I realised the wolf didn't want to kill me at all he wanted to get me back to my race and the poor man wasn't alone he was surrounded by yellow tape and there was people in black jackets with shiny gold bages. " Hey" yelled a deep voice, I turned round sharply to see a tall broad man towering over me. " I asked my husky to bring you here I hope he didn't go to rough" he took my hand and sat me down on a tree stump " I've got something to tell you" he became soft and was stroking my hand he was looking down past me to the floor I could tell it was bad news, " your daddy was being stalked by somebody who doesn't like him" he became stern again i didn't like it when he was stern . " your daddy has been murdered and the FBI will be looking after you and one more question where did you get that gun?" I fell to the ground in tears I sat crying into my dusty sweater. The tall man tried to pat me on the back but I just pushed his heavy hands away from me