I'll tell you how you die
 

"I have a mystical power inside of me, and I was told to keep it a secret, but now I'm out and about and I will tell you of your death. Just stare into my mystic eye. Watch how it rotates. It will tell you everything you need to know, but I'm afraid I cannot give you a date or a time, and if you're murdered, I cannot tell you who did you in."

Alright, just post and I'll write you a short little story about how you will die. These stories aren't real, and are for entertainment purposes only.

If you like the stories I write, please feel free to send me a little bit of gold to help me with my quest. :]

The day of your death is like no other. You wake up like you usually do, and you eat breakfast like you normally do. "Sigh... Today is going to be another boring day," but you couldn't be anymore wrong. You get on the bus like you do every morning, and you obliviously don't notice the face of the man across from you. His eyes look straight into yours, and he quickly glances away, but you don't care, you're busy reading a magazine you brought with you. "Oh, 10 more ways to get a man," you wisper under your breath. Then suddenly the man shoots up with what looks like a toy joy stick in his hand. He says something, but he says it quickly and you don't catch everything he says. All you know is something really bad is about to happen, but then a bright light flashes. No one screamed... there was no time. The man had a bomb strapped to his chest and he took you with him.

The pupil in my eye stops rotating and I relax in my chair. "Don't worry, fear is what keeps the world spinning..."

"Your death is particularly different... I don't think you should be left alone any time soon..."

"What do you mean it's over?" ... "I don't want it to be over!" ... "But you said you loved me?!" ... "What?" ... "Oh, I'll be waiting for you..."

'That son of a bitch boyfriend thinks he can just break up with me! I'll be he's going to go date that Amber girl. Oh, he won't get away with this,' you think to yourself. 'I'll show him!' You open a drawer and pull out a small revolver. "I'll never forgive him for this," You say out loud.

There's a knock at the door, and you open it... BANG. You shoot the gun only to find it wasn't your ex-boyfriend, it was your neighbor asking what was going on next door. 'Oh God, what have I done!' You drag the body into the closet and lock it up tight. 'Oh God, what do I do now?!'

Again a knock at the door... 'I've already killed one person, killing him couldn't hurt me anymore...' BANG! Again the gun the gun goes off but this time, it didn't kill anyone. It only wounded the person at the door.

The person gimped through the door, also holding a gun. "What the hell did you shoot me!?"

"I'm not going to forgive you for this!" BANG! BANG!

"God dammit, what're you doing!?" BANG!

For some reason you couldn't bring yourself to kill him, but he's doing a pretty good job of killing you. He had a point blank shot into your chest. It's only a matter of minutes before you're dead, so you make it count.

You drop the gun and take a solid swing at his face, but he catches you in the stomach with the handle of the gun. You continue to punch each other until you begin to see black spots. 'It's now or never, you say to yourself.' You pull a knife from your side pocket and dig it deep in his chest.

"GAH!" He screams out in pain. It's all over, you're both doing down, but with his last ounce of strength he gives you a strong shove and you fall back through a window, down to the parking lot below.

As the image of your blood splattering death burns into your skull, my pupil stops spinning and you slide back into reality.

So you're writing the death of anyone who posts here? :lol: Okay, let's see how you see my death. Kill me. :wink: