Chapter 4
| The Story | The Authors |
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| He didn't get a chance to find out. "Wanna go out with me this Saturday?" Nicole asked, winking at Don Don. "I'm not doin' anythin'." "Well, OK, sure, I guess so, if I'm not doin' anythin' else." "I'm sure you won't be," Nicole purred, as she slunk away into the dark green forest. | |
| He didn't get a chance to find out. "Wanna go out with me this Saturday?" Nicole asked, winking at Don Don. "I'm not doin' anythin'." "Well, OK, sure, I guess so, if I'm not doin' anythin' else." "I'm sure you won't be," Nicole purred, as she slunk away into the dark green forest. | |
| Upon entering the forest, Nicole turned for in the distance she could hear the breaking of what sounded like small twigs, she could only make the shape of the lumbering giant....was...it....O.J.? | |
| or could it be the elusive Big Foot? | |
| The big foot liked me oh so well. We became friends till the end. | |
| We romped and played till the sun went down. We went to his house and then we went out on the town. The people screamed and shouted, "Help, big foots out on the town!" | |
| As the towspeople screamed we laughed. We seemed to be the only people that realised that this was all a big prank. It WAS April first after all. | |
| It was at that young age that I realized, the art of illusion is not the manipulation of things, but the manipulation of minds. I think it was then that I, unwittingly, chose the dark path. Knowledge, knowledge of the foolishness of the masses, has made me powerful, and power has made me evil. It seems ironic that such a prank, an idea bred of the innocence of of childhood, could have made me the devil I am today. | |
| But how could I, knowing this, continue on my path. Continue with such powerful knowledge. The ability to bend minds at will. The ability to mold young minds with the knowledge that all is for nought. For tomorrow is yesterday and yesterday is but a dream and dreams fade faster than the ephemeral existance in which we hide. | |
| But, on a brighter note.... Nicole finally found the perfect man, she thought. He's intelligent, funny, and available. "At least he SAYS he's available." You see, she met Tom on the internet. | |
| Then she remembered the story she'd heard about the girl from Kentucky who had flown to Louisiana to meet a man she'd met on the internet. He was a doctor, even. She'd even checked out his credentials and everything he'd told her was true. But she still ended up dead on a dirt road in rural east Texas. | |
| On the way to Louisiana the girl from Kentucky stopped for a an iced coffee at a diner on route 70. A young man asked if the seat next to her was taken, and if he could join her. Since the man had an English accent, which fascinated her, she let him sit down. While they drank coffee, and each ate a jelly donut, they took turns telling about their lives. Some of the things the woman said was true, and other things were embellished. The handsome young man convinced th4ee girl from Kentucky to let him accompany her. The next morning she was front page news in the Lone Star Times. | |
| As it turned out, the mysterious man she had just made a traveling partner, was actually a newspaper reporter searching for a female serial killer nick-named "The Embellisher". The girl had no idea what she was getting herself into when she was only trying to make her life sound more interesting by telling a few white but obvious lies about herself. She bore a remarkable resemblance to the alleged killer whom she had never even heard of before in her life! The handsome young man felt bad that he had to lie to her but was glad that a dangerous criminal like herself was finally being dealt with. As he watched her being thrust into the police car he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in himself but sadness too. You see, he had fallen for her. | |
| Could it be that a woman of her charms and accomplishments had really committed the heinous crimes attributed to her. Or was it possible that the killer was a female impersonator. |
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