Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28466248-20160515184326

Killer Writing

It all started with a missing assignment that was due for a writing class I had and I pretty much just pushed it off until last minute and got no where from that. My teacher said to grab a book from her shelf and to write a paper on it to make up the grade I had lost. So I scanned through the books in an attempt to waste time and to find something interesting when I saw it, the leather bound book tucked deep in the back of the shelf. I reached and pulled it out to see the title: How To Have Killer Writing. Which intrigued me so I hid it with a "Tales to tell in the dark" book and left for home after the bell rang. I sat down at my desk and set the leather book down in front of me and opened it. When I began to read it I slowly noticed some odd things to say the least. It would say "You need to set a drop of blood across the top left corner.." And creepy things like that. Soon my attention was taken by my phone, it was a friend of mine calling, asking what I was doing. So I said I was working on the paper but he could come over to take a look at the book. He agreed and got over there and then froze when he saw the book. I wasn't sure if it was fear or awe in his face but he lifted the book up to his face and told me that what I have is important. He said to write one of my grizzly horror stories with a nearly impossible to kill antagonist. I had no clue why he wanted me to this and even asking he said it would smart to do so. So I heaved his warning and began on my piece and soon after hours of pain in my hands he looked and the paper. He grabbed my hand and make a small cut before dripping blood onto the title. "Turn that into her tomorrow and I will explain everything later." He said leaving in a rush. The next day he didn't come to school so he didn't see me hand in the paper. After reading it she threw the paper on her desk and sent me out, telling me I am to fail if I pull another stunt like this. I sat outside the classroom before heading home again, after the bell. Soon I headed to my friend's house after he refused to pick up my calls. I knocked his door and called out to him from the front porch but with no response from anyone. I tried the door and it opened in and I headed to his room and stopped at his door. It had been left ajar and something was slightly visible from the crack so I pushed open the door and saw him, laying down, face in his desk. I ran over to him and shook him in hopes he was asleep but it wasn't that, he was dead with something clenched in his hand. I pulled out what was a sheet of paper and a note which sent shivers through me "Listen by the time you get this I will be dead and may not exist, that book teaches people how to make fictional characters exist and kill. They only last for what purpose they were meant for so do not go to the class until tomorrow, do not call 911 as they will find nothing but what seems like unsolvable murder and that woman who is our teacher wants us dead so do not read any papers she hands you." I finished the note and knew that I had blood now on my hands. The next day police arrived at the school to find my teacher mutilated at her desk with a paper in hand assigned to me, the police read it and soon the laughed and laughed before their hearts stopped unexpectedly. The police found my friend too, they knew it was sad and both cases are still cold. Now I devote time researching who else has been affected by the book, many who read this already have.  