Ten years on the force and this was the case no one ever wants to get. I stared at her photo and imagined the life she must have lived. So young and beautiful. Now lost as I stepped around the stream of blood flowing as slow as a turtle into a red pool beneath her wrist. I wondered at the fathers and brothers and husbands and boyfriends who once loved her but now hated her for what she did. I felt sorry for them, but as I...
I remember that I'd been called to Mr Lockwood's office. 11pm seemed an odd time, but I assumed it must've been urgent. I bumped into Matthias Sandström on the way. Apparently he'd been summoned too. He said I was an idiot for not putting a coat on, and he gave me his. The fabric was thin, and wasn't really much help, but I suppose my arms weren't bare anymore. His keys and phone were in his pockets, he said, so I'd bett...
The dull, methodical beeping of the medical equipment was enough to send anyone to sleep. But Gerard's milky blue eyes remained open, staring intently at one of the screens. He had only watched the other projections when instructed to, but he would always return to keep an eye on hers. He'd seen his own face appear a handful of times, yet her main focus seemed to be the man from the painting on the far side of the room....
She was perplexed and in pain she had spent a great deal of time writing a love story to her man and he had said nothing about it She was waiting on the terrace in her pretty white frilly lace dress sure to please him when he arrived home from work that day Her heart was filled with fire deep desire and passion and he seemed oblivious to that but she hoped things would change She heard the door and she jumped it was...
I wrote this before but now its more real more real than ever before the white mist came by one night and scared me right to the core I gulped hard and fear gripped me as the mist went to and fro and before it changed direction I ducked down way below I looked back up to see it go and then flip around and come back the hairs on my neck stood out outside the night so black Then all of a sudden it changed direction an...
A place where it's darkNobody knows how to findInformation can be markedCriminals lurk behindThere's no way to checkHow do you get thereIt's really quite high techAll we are is quite awareSinister people buying informationStealing our identitiesCausing lots of aggravationThey're our number one enemiesThe dark web is scaryIs your information thereWe're all very waryThe dark web isn't at all fairCriminals want you to make m...
In the Twilight hours I struggle with my words So wanting to scream them out and let them know what I need to do to live. Those words are part of me a part of who I am closing those doors brings pain as those words they need to be Shutting down that part of me is tearing me apart the part of me that wants to live and never more depart I am not allowed to write those words the ones that bring me peace because the ce...
Henry Walker Wainscot stood leaning against the stone wall in the foyer of his new dorm while waiting for his mom. They were going to have lunch in the cafeteria, then explore the city. Henry had never really been to Boston, having grown up in Western Massachusetts. In cow country, he liked to think, although the three cows were more of an agricultural front for a toxic waste dump. It was exciting for him to be in the cit...
Backwards.. I start from the night Sleep walking from the fridge, backwards… Back in bed, in the blankets I sleep eight hours back, I’m setting my alarm Shower Shower before I sleep right? Looking at the floor, blood stains dissolving, what the fuck happened? Backwards right? My wound? I start the shower, walking out it backwards to the mirror Blood stain, I draw a smiley face in blood on the mirror Am I a killer? Let’s g...
“Hey Andrew,” Jeremy began. “You know, when you said you had exams to study for, I thought you meant you were going to study for them after our little outing.” Andrew rolled his eyes. Sarvanez knew that they were friends, or at least, they knew each other already. It was she and Esperanza who were new to the group. “One of the people here,” said Andrew, as he opened the door to the apartment building, “could give us...
Sarvanez shifted in her chair. The corset pinched into her waist and it was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked. How do the women here wear these every single day? She thought to herself, feeling irritated. Still, in being a good visitor, she had agreed to wear one, along with a dress of hundreds-or what felt like hundreds- of layers of petticoats underneath beautiful yellow taffeta. She was still surprised she had be...
Julianna December 18, 2012– Just after midnight I sat tucked into the small window seat of my bedroom and burrowed under the blanket, savoring the warmth it gave me. With the lights off, the flurries of snow could just be seen in the dark. The weather forecast had called for a snowfall on my birthday, but I hadn’t gotten my hopes up. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise as the antique grandfather clock downstairs her...
He just could not fathom it. It just looked all wrong. In the darkness the spider's web glowed in the moonlight. But it was wrong somehow. He thought that there were to be too many concentric cirlces, too closely woven together towards the centre, it was too densely populated. Were they red leaves clinging to it? He considered touching it. Maybe to tease out the sticky fibres and set it right. He remained still, fascina...
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900 ***** "The Queen is Dead! Long Live the King!" What more important change than the death of a sovereign. At least, for the nation. Perhaps not for individuals. The end of the Victorian Age. The beginning of the Edwardian period. Would this country continue to be successfully powerful, or would it pass into dust following past empi...
I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. The rubber gripped the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were new. The car was new. The mailbox was rusted and tarnished. It was Sunday, I’d just gotten out of one of those fancy Catholic Cathedrals I’d found in inner-city Moscow, and as I trudged through the rain, I begged God that the mailbox be empty. I...
