Writing Passionates discussion

If it's okay with the moderators, I'd like to start another story.

Carrie threw on her sneakers and ran outside into the cold winter air.

The cold air stung her cheeks and bit her nose. She folded her arms and pulled up the hood of her jacket. Her mitted fingers slid across the zipper clumsily.

She shivered, rubbing her hands together and blowing on her fingers.

Crunching of snow beneath boots caused her to look up.

And then came that snob Ashley. She stood on tiptoes and kissed Brent. Carrie felt her cheeks burn. "Sorry, gotta go." she said as she pushed in between them.

"That insensitive, stupid, a-hole!" she muttered to herself after the couple was out of earshot. "She should know what a mistake she's making; she should realize what I do to people like her!"

Carrie recalled the times when Ashely had been her best friend and witnessed what she did to people who annoyed her. With every face Carrie pictured, she remembered how much that person had deserved what they'd gotten. Ashley's face would soon join the bunch.

She smiled to herself, thinking of the blood spilling on the floor. Then she had a craving. Her cravings were not of chocolate or candy like other people's, it was of the adrenaline. Of the rapid heartbeat that came to her, the feeling that she was getting away with something terrible, and usually she was. She smiled again. "Tonight." She whispered to herself.

(That was a bit creepy. XD

(a bit?!?!?!!?!? that was REALLY creepy, but really good!))

((ty))

She would do it tonight. She already knew Ashley's address, from playdates when they were younger. No one would suspect Carrie. Poor, innocent Carrie, who loses all of her friends. No, she would never come to anyone's mind, but if she did, well, she can take care of those types of things VERY easily...