To Kill

Did he kill?
Had he killed?
Will he kill?

We stumbled along the sandy beaches on many afternoons like these, wandering if we’d see him again among the crabs and other sea life. Every one of those creatures seemed to fear him; he embodied the relish of evil in his hands, keeping watch over us with a steely looking eyes.

Is he killing?
Does he kill?
Should he kill?

We stayed away from him when we could, keeping our distances and watching him until we were sure we could be safe. We often spied him in his activities, trying to understand; to get the upper hand.

Can he kill?
Has he killed?
Will he be killing?

Trying all we could, we couldn’t pin him down. We tried all sorts of words and phrases, fighting and arguing to try and explain him. Wet with tears and sweat droplets glistening in the eerie night; we realised that no matter how hard we tried, we could never understand his moral corruption. To us; he was a lost soul.

He killed
We killed
He is killed

To Kill


Oak Park, Australia

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I read a short story (don’t know who it was by) called ‘The Verb: To kill’. It was a story about these two girls who knew a man that they thought was utterly creepy, to them he embodied death. They imagined him killing people and savouring himself to rape them and this man was fundementally evil to them.

This is a story I wrote to go with that story for my english literature class, just a bit of nothing really. I may have given away the ending.


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