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At long last, everything was finally ready. All was going well - it was perfect and flawless, an ideal arrangement. I could no longer contain my excitement, my sheer joy and elation for what I was about to carry out. At once I began to question my motives, but the tantalizing smell coming from the tiny cottage quickly extinguished any fear or repentance I had felt. The task ahead of me was the only thing that would occupy my mind.
It was all I could think about. I had cautiously prepared everything beforehand - nothing had been overlooked, I made sure of it. I had premeditated the whole plan and could see no imperfection, no fault. The time had been set, and the time was now.
The tiny family of three was set to leave at any moment now, and then, only then, could I begin my utmost treachery. I waited impatiently, eager to carry out the first step of my plan. How clever I was, how unbelievably clever and sure of myself. I glanced around edgily, tapping my foot quietly, to the rapid beat of my heart.
Finally! I grinned in triumph as I could see the family walk away, leaving the door to their cottage slightly ajar. Oh how easy they were making this for me! It was as if I had already completed the task - I was thrilled.
I ever so cunningly made my way towards the cottage from my hiding place in the wood - slowly, quietly, stealthily. Only the slightest noise would alert my victims, and this crime had to be carried out perfectly. There was no room for mistakes.
The familiar smell washed over me as I made my way through the front door. That alluring smell, the smell that haunted and tempted me both by day and night, often causing my stomach to groan in protest. It was horrible and unspeakable - something that had to be dealt with immediately.
I crept towards the kitchen, each step making my stomach scream and growl in agony. But there was no time to pay attention to it’s vast hunger. I had gone many-a-day without food, and today would not be the first - it would hopefully be the last.
As I made my way towards the centre of my unforgettable nightmares, my goal. The realization that all my wild desires could be attained by reaching my goal in only a few paces before me drove my mind into a mad rage. I pulled out the tiny bottle of solution that would make this whole scheme either a success or failure. It depended on that one thing - the clear liquid that would lead to their ultimate suffering and death.
I swiftly put four drops into each of the three bowls laid prettily out on the table. I performed the deed quickly, the ghastly deed that would in due course lead to the demise of the horrible nightmares.
I had no time to gloat about the accomplishment, for at that precise moment I heard the family return from their outing. But no! They could not be returning this early! I could not have overlooked such a vital detail! I scurried as fast as my short legs could carry me up the stairs, seeming never-ending in my frantic search for a hiding place. I hid in silence under the frame of the largest of three beds, hoping my frenzied attempt of escape had gone unnoticed and unheard.
I could hear a loud thunder-like voice followed by a voice that sounded like a beating drum, and then a tiny squeaky voice. I loathed not knowing what was going on downstairs, not knowing whether my plan would be a success or not. It was agonizingly painful being aware that my future was dependant on what was happening just a mere hairsbreadth away, and I had no idea what that was.
My anticipation was mounting and I could barely keep still. It was too much for me, I could wait no longer. I surged down the stairs in a fit of wild passion only to find the family of three lying on the floor, looking as though they were sleeping. Alas! My plan, carried out flawlessly was an ultimate success!
I scampered over to the three bowls of porridge, the poignant substance of my nightmares. In my haste to curb my never-ending hunger I reached for the spoon to take a bite of the tantalizing substance. It tasted ever so sweet, much better than I had ever imagined, even in my wildest of dreams.
It was short lived, as I remembered placing the poison in all three of the bowls. The girl with golden hair was no more…

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At long last, everything was finally ready. All was going well - it was perfect and flawless, an ideal arrangement. I could no longer contain my excitement, my sheer joy and elation for what I was about to carry out. At once I began to question my motives, but the tantalizing smell coming from the tiny cottage quickly extinguished any fear or repentance I had felt. The task ahead of me was the only thing that would occupy my mind.
It was all I could think about. I had cautiously prepared everything beforehand - nothing had been overlooked, I made sure of it. I had premeditated the whole plan and could see no imperfection, no fault. The time had been set, and the time was now.
The tiny family of three was set to leave at any moment now, and then, only then, could I begin my utmost treachery. I waited impatiently, eager to carry out the first step of my plan. How clever I was, how unbelievably clever and sure of myself. I glanced around edgily, tapping my foot quietly, to the rapid beat of my heart.
Finally! I grinned in triumph as I could see the family walk away, leaving the door to their cottage slightly ajar. Oh how easy they were making this for me! It was as if I had already completed the task - I was thrilled.
I ever so cunningly made my way towards the cottage from my hiding place in the wood - slowly, quietly, stealthily. Only the slightest noise would alert my victims, and this crime had to be carried out perfectly. There was no room for mistakes.
The familiar smell washed over me as I made my way through the front door. That alluring smell, the smell that haunted and tempted me both by day and night, often causing my stomach to groan in protest. It was horrible and unspeakable - something that had to be dealt with immediately.
I crept towards the kitchen, each step making my stomach scream and growl in agony. But there was no time to pay attention to it’s vast hunger. I had gone many-a-day without food, and today would not be the first - it would hopefully be the last.
As I made my way towards the centre of my unforgettable nightmares, my goal. The realization that all my wild desires could be attained by reaching my goal in only a few paces before me drove my mind into a mad rage. I pulled out the tiny bottle of solution that would make this whole scheme either a success or failure. It depended on that one thing - the clear liquid that would lead to their ultimate suffering and death.
I swiftly put four drops into each of the three bowls laid prettily out on the table. I performed the deed quickly, the ghastly deed that would in due course lead to the demise of the horrible nightmares.
I had no time to gloat about the accomplishment, for at that precise moment I heard the family return from their outing. But no! They could not be returning this early! I could not have overlooked such a vital detail! I scurried as fast as my short legs could carry me up the stairs, seeming never-ending in my frantic search for a hiding place. I hid in silence under the frame of the largest of three beds, hoping my frenzied attempt of escape had gone unnoticed and unheard.
I could hear a loud thunder-like voice followed by a voice that sounded like a beating drum, and then a tiny squeaky voice. I loathed not knowing what was going on downstairs, not knowing whether my plan would be a success or not. It was agonizingly painful being aware that my future was dependant on what was happening just a mere hairsbreadth away, and I had no idea what that was.
My anticipation was mounting and I could barely keep still. It was too much for me, I could wait no longer. I surged down the stairs in a fit of wild passion only to find the family of three lying on the floor, looking as though they were sleeping. Alas! My plan, carried out flawlessly was an ultimate success!
I scampered over to the three bowls of porridge, the poignant substance of my nightmares. In my haste to curb my never-ending hunger I reached for the spoon to take a bite of the tantalizing substance. It tasted ever so sweet, much better than I had ever imagined, even in my wildest of dreams.
It was short lived, as I remembered placing the poison in all three of the bowls. The girl with golden hair was no more…