Safe (an acrostic poem)

Silently Malcolm crept up to his target

And yet he didn’t strike out at her

Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away

Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed.  He was fleeing.  Now it was her turn to hunt.

 

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Thug (an acrostic poem) part 8

That Mike was hiding being a reformed serial killer

He made an easy blackmail target, except no one knew about that

Until now that is.  Someone had found out

Giving him the hit his mind craved, but that his soul despised

Nightmare (an acrostic poem)

New sounds erupted from behind Marc

It spurred him to run even faster

Gun shots rang out, shattering the asphalt on either side of him

He made a hard right turn to get some cover from a parked Hummer

The tires on the vehicle soon flattened

Marc fumbled for his gun before peaking up above the hood

A silence descended on the scene, and Marc couldn’t see his assailants

Rapidly his heart hammered as he waited for a target

Everything exploded when his alarm went off and he woke up

 

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Ninja (an acrostic poem)

Nobody saw her until it was too late

It meant usually she was the last thing they ever saw

Now she was approaching her next target

Just a few more meters, a few more moments, just a few more heartbeats

And then she faded to black again

 

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