

Cries of the Wind part 2Police officers were everywhere, putting up police tape, taking pictures and bustling around in the area outside Karens front door. Two of them carried a small body bag over to the trunk of a police car. A rather thin, middle-aged policeman was talking with Karen, taking notes the whole time. Karen was almost in tears. Yes officer. My dads at work so the house was empty. I came home with my friends, and there it was right there in the entrance hall. Are the others being asked everyone who was with you? Uh-huh. Did you know the victim at all? In any way? No, sir. HesCries of the Wind part 2


Cries of the Wind Part 1Cries of the Wind By John Hokis Part 1 The night looked like a cold, unforgiving, nothingness. You could just stare out at it forever and ever. Black. It was everywhere. There was nothing else. Just eternal darkness until the unseen horizon crushed it with its nonexistent jaws back into the nothingness it had already been. Karen pushed the unkempt, frizzy blonde hair out of her eyes and looked out the window of the plane into the night sky. This was how she got her mind off the horribly uncomfortable seat shed been sitting in for 22 hours. Karen was suffering every 15-year-olds worst nightmare: being bored for anCries of the Wind Part 1
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It's me, Sameer.
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Cheese is a fruit.
I submitted the first part of Cries of the Wind. Do you think the cliffhangar's in a good spot? I hadn't originally written it with that in mind, but. Y'know.
I love cheese too
No, I liked the cliffhanger.
You have to read my journal on my profile to get the cheese thing...
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Cheese is a fruit.
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