Death Reports - Comments

really like this.
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bethie
p.s. HUGE FAN OF YOUR LAYOUTS USE THEM ALL THE TIME!!!!!
MAKE MORE!!!!

Josipa, my mom would just love your stories. :)
She's soooo addicted to NCIS and crime anything.

Nice writing, also.

My old mate (: Danke schon, very much, v. much (:
Btw and tbh, your role in this story is the biggest one - you gotta stay uin touch with it 'cause... Yeahh. And, to warn you in advance, the ending will so surprise you, all of you (: Expect the unexpected mwahahah. But I'm sorry it had to end that way :/ But, then again, I had to stay myself and make a twist (:

Oh dead Josipa. ._. No matter how much you write, you always seem to keep that bar raised. ._. I really like it! And my part in it 8) I was all giggling the whole way through it.

I noticed those two gloomy nuns sporadically looking at me as I was striding towards the door. I felt so relieved, feeling a breeze caressing* my face; the sun making me warm.

He was up there. Smoking a cigarette, smiling at me from the window. Smirking. That look on his face, full of pent up feelings, full of some unidentified hatred towards me, full of... LIES. I felt like a man convicted to death; waiting for the bullet to make his heart stop beating.

Caressing is a word that makes me giggle. LMFAO. I loved the priest, seriously. Smoking, in the church. Shaun being all "IHATEYOU." You still have his emotion well intact, you know what you're writing, which is a gift I want!

Yet again, gfkjldklfjldjl bloody well done I say ol' chap. Well done! Keep 'em cominnnngggg! Next time I won't take so long commenting. This chapter I read as soon as you told me...I was just too excited and couldn't wait.

102809282020820292092809202 THUMBS UPP!!1

I'm dieing to tell you who did it but... It'd spoil the surprise at the end :tehe:

And thank you (: Yeah, he is lonely. So lonely. He can't have anyone - he loved his wife to death (:

Nobody cares about me. Nor do I myself. And don't blame me. Don't try to understand me. I won't be responsible for the consequences if you try to. I won't be responsible for ruining your life. Trust me. If the world caved in, I'd smile. See how disturbed I am. Or am I just rambling, telling nonsense just to keep you away from me? From this thing people call life? Maybe.

This has been inactive for 30 days. T_T This has been the first story I've read probably within those 30 days. :cheese: It was refreshing to read something good.

Anyway, the search continues for Sean...He seems lonely. Give him a girlfriend. :twisted: Yet again Josipa, well freaking done - y'know how great you are. :file:

I NEED MORE. *thinks about who killed his wife*

Kerplunk Girl:

"Somehow I left her house smiling. That motion wasn’t quite familiar to me. But I smiled at her psychotic manners. And those muddy chunks I left on the white, fluffy carpet."


Sharon=BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111 PICK UP YOU'RE OWN BRA.

I don't know what else to say. You're just too good. Tooooo good.

:lmfao @ the small letters

THANKYOU!1

"Somehow I left her house smiling. That motion wasn’t quite familiar to me. But I smiled at her psychotic manners. And those muddy chunks I left on the white, fluffy carpet."


Sharon=BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111 PICK UP YOU'RE OWN BRA.

I don't know what else to say. You're just too good. Tooooo good.

Josipa:

I'm glad you liked it. That woman is a bit** Beep beep.

:lmfao Beep beep. XD

Bastard Son.:

Gloomy looking woman, a wretched woman opened the door. I think my badge convinced her to let me in. Hooray. Right. Matthew’s pictures were all around the house. Smiling from the walls. Fancy furniture, tinged with a mahogany gloss, freshly painted walls and fluffy carpets indicated some changes that happened after Matthew’s death. Plants. And plants. And some more plants reflected their green shine on the walls. No dust. Not a grain. Then I saw a calendar taped to a white fridge with green Sellotape. Today was a maid’s day. I sensed it. The person standing in front of me wouldn’t even touch a mop. Pathetic. Conceited creature. She was wearing shorts and a green sleeveless shirt; showing her belly button. Her wavy, blonde hair was sprayed with an indefinable amount of hair spray. One of the things that couldn’t get into my thick skull was her wearing high heels. At home.

Sean's detective side showing. >.< I loved this chunk. You characterized both him and offered us enough evidence to reach certain conclusions about that woman by ourselves, instead of simply telling us.

But I smiled at her psychotic manners. And those muddy chunks I left on the white, fluffy carpet.

And this made me laugh. Cruel, Sean, cruel... XD

I'm completely hooked.

I'm glad you liked it. That woman is a bit** Beep beep.

Gloomy looking woman, a wretched woman opened the door. I think my badge convinced her to let me in. Hooray. Right. Matthew’s pictures were all around the house. Smiling from the walls. Fancy furniture, tinged with a mahogany gloss, freshly painted walls and fluffy carpets indicated some changes that happened after Matthew’s death. Plants. And plants. And some more plants reflected their green shine on the walls. No dust. Not a grain. Then I saw a calendar taped to a white fridge with green Sellotape. Today was a maid’s day. I sensed it. The person standing in front of me wouldn’t even touch a mop. Pathetic. Conceited creature. She was wearing shorts and a green sleeveless shirt; showing her belly button. Her wavy, blonde hair was sprayed with an indefinable amount of hair spray. One of the things that couldn’t get into my thick skull was her wearing high heels. At home.

Sean's detective side showing. >.< I loved this chunk. You characterized both him and offered us enough evidence to reach certain conclusions about that woman by ourselves, instead of simply telling us.

But I smiled at her psychotic manners. And those muddy chunks I left on the white, fluffy carpet.

And this made me laugh. Cruel, Sean, cruel... XD

I'm completely hooked.

Kerplunk Girl:

"I didn’t like the room. The room of closed and unsolved cases. The room of silence, neon lights and numerous of names of dead or missing people. The room of secrets. I folded my arms. I felt lost in a maze of ghosts and whispers. I didn’t know where to begin. All I had, was the dead boy. And the playground. All figments of my visions; my mental disorder."

Do I even need to say how fucking great that was!?
God lord women!
I serious have no clue of where you learnt to write like that! YOU TALENTED PERSON THAT MAKES ME JEALOUS! :cheese:

The thing I love most about your stories is that you can read it without having to criticize anything and how you convey different feelings with your stories.
Both of your stories are a crime genre and still...They give you different feelings and images, which is something that is extremely hard to do! When I try to write something different, it's so god damn hard to give a different setting and emotion, without it sounding like my last story.

I'd loved to see my story of crime.

"My name is Bob, I have to find out who killed that guy that I found dead. I'm so kewl."

Iwant need more.

Die, you're already on the list of my fans LOL

Merci mucho. You can't even imagine how happy I am - the only thing I actually wanted to give people is suspense. And that feeling as if they're watching the show itself on TV. Thank you!

"I didn’t like the room. The room of closed and unsolved cases. The room of silence, neon lights and numerous of names of dead or missing people. The room of secrets. I folded my arms. I felt lost in a maze of ghosts and whispers. I didn’t know where to begin. All I had, was the dead boy. And the playground. All figments of my visions; my mental disorder."

Do I even need to say how fucking great that was!?
God lord women!
I serious have no clue of where you learnt to write like that! YOU TALENTED PERSON THAT MAKES ME JEALOUS! :cheese:

The thing I love most about your stories is that you can read it without having to criticize anything and how you convey different feelings with your stories.
Both of your stories are a crime genre and still...They give you different feelings and images, which is something that is extremely hard to do! When I try to write something different, it's so god damn hard to give a different setting and emotion, without it sounding like my last story.

I'd loved to see my story of crime.

"My name is Bob, I have to find out who killed that guy that I found dead. I'm so kewl."

Iwant need more.

Josipa:

Bastard Son.:

Tease.

STFU XD Should I update Gibbs now?

:lmfao

:cheese: YES.

Bastard Son.:

Tease.

STFU XD Should I update Gibbs now?

Tease.

Bastard Son.:

I know. Modus Operandi is one of my favorites. 8) XD

You know I love you, right? So stfu. You are.

And no dying before the story's finished!

Then I'll shut up and wait.

I'm anxious to give it away (: But I'm dieing to tell you how it ends. *restrains self*

No, I won't tell you. Sit there and wait XD

Some of your wishes may even come true. I mean, regarding the story (:

I know. Modus Operandi is one of my favorites. 8) XD

You know I love you, right? So stfu. You are.

And no dying before the story's finished!

Then I'll shut up and wait.

Bastard Son.:

Okay, so I really wanted to hope that he didn't see the past this time. Guess not. Aaand we're back to our usual MO, you write brilliant updates and I get high off them. XD This was another amazing chapter. You're like, the next Patricia Cornwell...

And just skim through the 1st chapter for those typos, you'll see them right away. I only noticed them because I read that one twice. XD

"Modus operandi" - how I like those Latin phrases (:

Patricia Cornwell. Right. But hearing that coming from you.........

*dies*

EDIT: I've resurrected. :lmfao

I had to make him see the past this time. You'll see why. Trust me. I'm scared myself :D

Okay, so I really wanted to hope that he didn't see the past this time. Guess not. Aaand we're back to our usual MO, you write brilliant updates and I get high off them. XD This was another amazing chapter. You're like, the next Patricia Cornwell...

And just skim through the 1st chapter for those typos, you'll see them right away. I only noticed them because I read that one twice. XD