Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24154693-20140415170255/@comment-24154693-20140418194119

is this better?

It was a normal day in a small town. The sun was shining, and the sound of kids playing came from the schoolyard. I walked down the street and sat in the bus stop. The bus was late, so I stood up to watch the children play. They weren't there anymore. Looking around, I saw that no one was in their cars. I ran home.

“Honey?” I called to my husband. There was no answer. I ran to the bedroom, and found him lying on the bed, dead.

I ran back outside, screaming for help. And then I saw them. Bodies of everyone in town strewn across the commons. I looked for the killer, terrified. I looked for a place to hide, but there was nowhere. I dashed for the park.

When I got there, I huddled in a small alcove in a rock. I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood and clutching a knife. Without my approval, an evil smile slid up my face and I plunged the knife into my chest.