Trailer for my novelette.

Dearest reader-fiends of this blog, I have been writing this extremely perverse story for quite some time, so I think it's deem fit to let you read the first few paragraphs of this story that would soon qualify to be a novelette.

The title of this novelette shall be called Midian Minions, quite a tongue twister huh? Well, you will know why I have picked this title.

So here's it, enjoy!

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Armed with an extremely sharp axe, and donned in the blackest shade of black cape, Theodor walked into the Pinnacle Cemetery in the middle of an August night. Feeling a growl emitted from his empty stomach, he reminded himself of what he is supposed to do that night. 'A fresh one... The flesh must be tender still.', the thought flashed across his mind repeatedly.

Shifting his gaze over the tidy arrangements of tombstones, Theodor secured his grip on the axe that was safely sheathed in its cover and surveyed the grim graveyard, looking for a suitable prey. His boots clicked against the gravel, producing sounds that had successfully added another element of scariness to the entire atmosphere. Theodor swallowed his saliva, and furrowed his brows together in mounting frustration as he has yet to find a suitable victim.

Turning his head left this time, something certainly caught Theodor's maniacal attention. His pair of once-devoid eyes glistened with a tinge of malice and his lips crooked into a tight grin, and a rush of adrenaline shot through his beast-like veins unbridled. That worthy thing that caught his attention was a tomb of an unfortunate and young guy, called Hanson Yorks who existed on the face of earth for barely 15 years.

>>>>>Cut the crap in the middle and get to the yummy part<<<<<<

Delighted upon his harvest, Theodor quickly set himself to work. Flexing his arms for a quick warm up, Theodor gripped onto his axe with his beefy pair of hands with a decent level of skill. Bringing the heavy axe down from the air, the force resulted from the axe caused the immediate crushing of the marble grave. Theodor grinned at himself gently and went on to empty the soil from the young lad's grave with his shovel. Each shovelful of soil increased Theodor's heartbeat rate and he can't wait any longer to violate the dead boy. This was killing him slowly.

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Hehe! The novelette is now 10 pages short (yes, it's way too short) and around 5,000 words wordy (not enough! I want to hit 15,000 words). Will post it up here and at AdultFanFiction.net when the final thing is finally done. Whilst, you people have to wait for my lazy ass to get to work.

Your tainted writer,
Ling. =)