100 Smashin' Ways
By AvidAkiraReader
Blood
The vital principle; life
Peach certainly wasn't the purest. At least, when she was out looking for a plump, white chicken she wasn't. Quite honestly, if the men weren't off trying to play eighteen holes of golf on Thanksgiving instead of buying her a chicken, she wouldn't even have to do this heinous crime.
She found the chicken under a bush. Her breath stuttered as she visualized what she had to do. Closing her eyes, she raised her arm wielding the knife high, and struck the chicken's neck.
As the live-giving liquid spilled over the broken neck onto Peach's white gloves, her eyes dulled.
...I am actually disappointed in this specific chapter, really. Then again, the Thanksgiving part is true in my family. So, give your thoughts about it! Also, would you mind giving me a character (preferably not a happy-go-lucky type) for the words 'Hold On'?
R, R, C!