Your silk lined clothes and mask of shining glory now lay at the bottom of the stairs, just where you should be. Your smile that made me wretch with happiness and those eyes that would make mine cry in jealousy. Yes and when you walk, I stumbled and drowned in my own repentance but now look where you are. That perfect neck attached to that perfect body laying in your royal blood and staining this unworthy carpet.

And give a little wave for the audience; a smile or two to blow away the crowd, and scream back to me…

“I love you.”

My dearest Penelope Lamoure. How many times have you stained my cross? And my dearest Penelope Lamoure, how many letters have you refused just because they were dirtier than your mind? Let’s just imagine you whispered in my ear the words I wanted to hear, and let’s just imagine you naked along with me.

Oh my beautiful Penelope Lamoure. It wasn’t me who pushed you, it was this monster you banished inside me. And oh my beautiful Penelope Lamoure, shouldn’t you be happy…

…Happy that you’re so very special, the best of them all. My queen, mistress, ruler, toy boy and me, your slave, servant, fan, groupie and most wanted.

I can just remember our first and last kiss.

It was fun playing kiss chase today, you screamed in fear, but,
Beautiful Penelope Lamoure, no one can hear you in your own empty house and how come today those stairs look taller than they usually are, your own steps of judgment. You peer down the banister - but I’m right behind you - and say your last good byes.

I grabbed your hand, turned you around and ripped at your hair. A kiss so brutal, yet so sexual. A kiss so painful, but pleasing to me. A kiss of death, But a sudden breath for me.

You fall like a feather and for the first and last time you grab out for my own hand, as you hit the steps one by one.

And each step relieved my pain.

Bang – For all the times you ignored me.

Crack – For my skin that you refused.

Crunch – For the love you didn’t take.

Thump – For your biggest fan you hated.

Silence – For a sign of sorry.

I didn’t think I could smile so much when you screamed in vain. And I know, that now I am someone, someone to be known, infamous to the public who will now loathe me. You were so special…

I wish I could be special.

And now I am special.







There ya go ^^ whatcha think?

hahaha I like this A LOT! Really, the guy is like extra extra creepy... *looks over shoulder* yeah...creepy...You totally did the stalker thing right, bravo.

Oohh that made me shiver....very creepy.

I like that bit at the end with the fact that the fan now feels special because they've killed the celebrity. Its an interesting way of looking at why they did it.

Brilliant writing. :D

Thank you :D

For my drama final piece, I've developed it into a hole story, its going very well!

wow that is good its kinda eirie and you diffinatley got the stalkerish element into it

That was brilliant. I have to ask, did you intentionally base Penelope's surname Lamoure on the french word for love, L'Amore(sp?)

Lol, no actaully

I just typed some crap in starting with L and then went on spell check and looked for the best looking one :P

BUt i see waht you mean ^_^

Good tohught though!

I wish i had some constructive critism for you, but im just in awe. Your a very good writer. Definitly better than me....ok bad example, i think everyone on here is a better writer than me. I wouldn't say im exacly a begginer beacuse i've done a little bit on and off for a few years but I think if I gave more time to it I could improve. but i'll post some of my work soon.

I'm with you fellers... in other words, I really like your writing. It is different from what authors usually write and adds a more chilling element that a lot of horror writers miss. Good job. -_-