My Stories

MURDERED BY DAY

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a young girl who loved to write poems, she wrote about life, death, feelings, fantasy and anything she could think of. One of her most recent poems was published in the news of the week paper, she was the Nobel prize winner for English literature. This young girl had set the pace for English literature and was well and truly ahead of her time in writing anyway.

Her name was Lillian and she was 14 years old, with her fine features many said that she was the fairest in the world. Lillian came from a family of nine, four sisters and two brothers, their names were: Melissa, Elle, Max, Jessica, Lara, Elizabeth and Michael. They lived with their mum, Isabelle, and their step-dad, John.

But one day something terrible happened, it started like any normal day, Lillian went to school and learned allsorts of things at school, recess had passed as had lunch time, it was nearing home time, finally the final bell rung and Lillian headed home. It took her ages to get home, as she walked Lillian thought about her family at home in their double story house, she thought about new ideas for poems. Lillian was two blocks from her house, as she walked through the door she knew something was wrong, because no one came to greet her when she came in, she went around the house seeing if anyone was home when she saw a horrific sight.

Lillian had seen her whole family, brothers, sisters, her mum and step dad, dead, she looked at them and wondered how they died…

Murdered probably she thought to herself, so she vowed to find out whoever killed her family and take revenge.

One year later, Lillian was still looking for her families killer and then it hit her, where would she start looking for these people, she had so many questions like who were they, where did they live and did they have a criminal record, Lillian decided that it would be easier to go to the police to find out if they know anything about the murder. The police told her that they had a number of unsolved cases that matched her families murder and they gladly gave her the contact details of all three murderers.

Lillian rang the numbers one at a time, she dialled the first number the person who answered was an old man that's not right she thought to herself, she dialled the next number someone answered but they didn't speak, all she could hear was heavy breathing it's him she thought to herself, she had found the person she was looking for, so she wrote the address down and went around there as fast as possible, she bolted up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Lillian found that the person who had killed her family was actually her father, Logan Killian, whom her mother didn't want her to have anything to do with, so she couldn't kill him, he was her only living relative, so she stayed with him and they had more adventures then anyone in the world…. Even if they did kill a few people…

THE END

This is Lillian's Poem about what happened after the story:

.After the Story.

Blood runs down, through and in my veins,

Over and under the world,

For it is not we who find trouble but trouble that finds us

Where would we be if there was no trouble,

Or murder.

Life as we know it would end;

Horribly and miserably

Life just ends violently and bloody.

My father is killer and as am I…..