http://slow.writerscafe.org/briannanikki1997 The original writings of author Brianna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The boy, named Tristan Evans, was aseventeen year old senior. Tristan lived in a city called Addison, in the stateof Texas. He was a decent student. Tristan always kept his grades to an A-B,maybe the rare C, standard. He ran track. He had a good amount of friends tooccupy his social life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannanikki1997/1348462/ Red Roses fall to the floor.You say those heartbreaking words,You don't love me anymore.Red Roses,So beautiful, but deadly as poison.Too bad I'm already dying.Red Roses,You gave them to me,As a symbol of our love.They both died quickly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannanikki1997/1347453/                 I licked my top black stained lip inarousement as I secured the last knot in the white rope that bound his handsand feet to the polished wooden beams. The beams came up from the concretefloor and disappe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannanikki1997/1347445/ This is a book that is told in the mind of a sick, twisted murderer who gets her kicks from torturing her victim. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannanikki1997/1347441/