http://slow.writerscafe.org/death_pistol The original writings of author Jay S en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985537 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It had been a week since I had returned, and still no sign of the other players. I had looked for any police records of murder, or random disappearances, but nothing came up. I knew that there were at least 9 players left. Because there were 13 players to begin with, minus the 3 that me and Flynn ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1869308/ To think that Anya had killed anyone, none the less multitudes of cops, and 3 people,  was too much to bear. If you knew her like I did you would know that she could never harm even the smallest of insects. She saved every bug from the path of newspapers and always cared for those who were inju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1867091/ The weeks that had passed since the bodies were found felt so meaningless. The thought of Anya and Flynn actually killing somebody was too much. They were the two most gentle people in the world, but the multitude of bodies that were found countered that opinion. Even worse, they were presumed to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1866127/ was now hold up in a small hotel at the edge of town called, Mis Casa. I was in room 12 floor 7. I was in under the name of the Blonde Bozo that was with me up at the cottage, Blake Sullivan. The hotel wasn’t horrible, in fact,  it was nice. It had a T.V. and a laptop, free WiFi.  I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1865475/ 8 weeks had passed, and I had started to call that little run down shack home, and Isa family. They had no cable or internet. No T.V. no media, and no way of knowing what was happening back home. I knew nothing about what had happened at home, and I knew it was time I had to find out, I had to know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1864677/ I woke up in a pool of dark chunky blood, my head was pounding. I opened my eyes and saw the monstrosity in front of me. There were bodies everywhere, 30 or 40 of them sprawled over the house, and even more in front and in the yard. I couldn’t remember anything past the point of Flynn leaving... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1863247/ A few minutes after Lili had left my house, we turned on the radio and heard a small wake up call to reality, 3 missing persons reports.The instant I heard the dreary voice on the radio say that there were 3 missing persons reports within this month, and that they suspected serial murder, my heart d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1862792/ My name is lilith Nekkyo I was Anya’s best friend. This whole thing happened so fast I could barely keep up. It all was so horrid, I wish I had the luxury of forgetting. But I know I will never forget, not even when I am long gone.The day my life started to spiral, the week after Anya returned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1862584/ (2) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1862188/ (1) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1862187/ Flynn's perspective (1) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1861786/ The first encounter I had with the danger of this game was on my way to school.It was a cold day, the wind bit into my skin and the cold froze every cell in my body. I couldn’t hear anything but the whipping of the wind. I couldn't see, but one foot in front of me. I saw a broken beer bottle, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1861785/ The game. The thing that would single handedly tear my life to smithereens, it was on September 10th, that I found out what this so called, “game” was and how I was the new chosen player of this game.I woke up on September 10th thinking it would be just another day. I had almost forgot a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1861782/ Hi, my name is Anya Kyoki and this is my story. I went to Legacy Frontier High and my life was a bit well; odd.Welcome to what you will come to know as probably the most odd High School drama you have ever read. It all started when K left a compelling note on my desk saying “text me” wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1861780/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/death_pistol/1861779/