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STILL. I HAVE NO NAME FOR IT.The police were investigating the scene where 19 year old Maya. Her limp body lay on the cold, hard concrete, wilting like a flower. Her dried blood froze to the sidewalk. An investigator, Lisa, looked down at Maya's dead body. She sighed, examining over the body, looking for something abnormal. Then, suddenly she saw what she was looking for. "Guys, come check this out!" Lisa gasped. They all stared at the lifeless body in horror. They had found their first clue.
Maybe an idea for a story I might write.All she could feel was pain. It hurt. It was cold and dark, and she wanted the sunlight and warmth back. Pain. That was all she felt. She couldn't move. She was in to much pain. The last thing she saw was he murderer. He looked down at her limp, lifeless body and smiled. Now she couldn't tell ANYTONE his secret.