This is just something I thought up not too long ago (while trying to write my book) although it has no relevance to the book and I have no idea what I'm going to do with it.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered. She trembled and her chest tightened in fear. Her thoughts fled to Jacob and her eyes filled with tears.
He smiled cruelly and lifted her chin, kissing her deeply. “I want only your life.” He hissed softly.
“No, no please please don’t kill me I have a son, he needs me please don’t kill me I’ll give you anything please!” she pleaded, tears flowing freely now. Jacob filled her mind, her beautiful little boy sitting, waiting for her to come. But she never would.
“Close your eyes, my dear,” He stroked her cheek, drew back and thrust the knife into her chest.
Her last thought was the image of a red-haired little boy waiting, waiting, waiting for his mother.
The man stood and let her body slide to the ground, not a drop of blood on his hands. He wore a smile of satisfaction. Leaving the knife, and the poor woman whose life he had stolen, he walked out the front door.
“Keela!” a young woman stepped into the house. Only silence greeted her. “Keela?” She set her purse down and began to search the house. “She must be asleep.” The girl decided, making her way to the bedroom. “Keela! Wake up, Jacob is wait-” she stopped abruptly and gasped, for in the doorway lay Keela, scarlet blood still dripping from the knife in her chest.
It still needs work. lol
), very descriptive it provides the reader with a clear picture of the scene. *thumbs UP* 
Funny. 
