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Falling

depression get the best of everyone, but can it be beaten?

The ledge was only a few steps away, beneath lied the end, the solution and a new beginning. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. My mother’s boyfriend seems to be the root of all my problems, even though I know it’s not possible. The other day my father told me that I seemed different that weekend. He asked if everything was okay at my moms, and of course I lied and said everything was fine. I looked over the ledge...

How To Be A Master Criminal

Being a Criminal Mastermind isn't easy

The annals of fiction are full of master criminals and evil geniuses. From Sherlock Holmes’ Professor Moriarty to James Bond’s Doctor No, to Superman’s Lex Luthor, each dashing hero must have a worthy nemesis to prove his credentials. Yet, for the budding ne’er-do-well mastermind there is little guidance on how to proceed with such a career. After one tires of robbing post offices and breaking into supermarkets the ambiti...

They are out there in the cold, but you refuse to see them. The Forgotten ones. Worn down to threads, seeing no longer just their heads. Seeing flesh thru the cloth, you wonder is that all they have left? The Forgotten ones. Zippers and buttons dropping off, that clutter the ground as you walk. The feel of flesh shifting underneath, of something else you try to think. The Forgotten ones. But as their stink fills the air,...

New Beginnings

A thrilling thriller in the making

Crying is not an emotion I tend to share; I generally keep myself to myself and even then do little to deal with them. My best friend Chloe, God rest her soul, had departed this world as if in a puff of smoke. I felt aggrieved that I had not spent more time with my friend, there was so much I didn't know about her new life. Chloe was a Fundraising Executive. She was constantly following world disasters, droughts, tsunami'...

Why? - Part 2

How easily she made it right.

"Sweetheart." It was different this time, this was new. These were promises to be kept. He got into bed beside her, smelling of sweat and alcohol and the perfumes of other women. He stroked away her bruises and tears, and Grace felt flames erupt over her skin as he touched her exactly the way she liked it. She knew this time it was real. Grace woke with a start, and, though she was quite alone, felt her face grow warm. Th...

Why?

How easily it all went wrong.

"Whore!" The words spilled from his mouth and stabbed her heart like knives. "Filthy slut!" The first blow sent her stumbling backwards, but she kept her balance. "Pete, love -" His fist smashed into her stomach - she folded and crumpled onto the floor, smashing her head against the counter. Her vision blurred and dimmed, and she had an uncontrollable urge to vomit. The door slammed shut behind him. Grace turned her head...

The Cold (a short story)

Whilst apartment-searching, Kat notices something strange about her new landlady...

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...

I Shot Santa Claus in Self-Defense!

Mr. Potato Head, an Amish Santa, and a strange Mariachi all point to an inevitable conclusion.

“Should I start just before I shot Mr. Potato Head in the face?” I asked. “No,” Callahan replied. “Pick it up earlier than that.” “When I discovered that Santa Claus was Amish?” I asked. “Before that,” Callahan replied. And then he looked at me and made his pitch. “You know,” he said, “we’ve already wasted three days on this. Internal Affairs has better things to do than spend time on your pranks. Do us all a favor. Admit...

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Even The Clocks Stopped

Honoring a promise is harder than we realise, but it is a necessary tool in the healing process.

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of just how long the drive up here was. I shift uneasily, my hand wrapped protectively around the brass key that will unlock the door to a place that used to feel like home. I...

Book 1 – Blood Is Thicker Than Water Chapter 4

C.S. Deuces is a complex story of drug dealing, murder, sex and intrigue and unexpected love

Club Simone’s The quiet streets echoed Delores’ high-pitched voice as her stout hand gripped the cell phone and opened it. “Hello… What… What time is it Tyrell? Why you calling me, boo?” She wrinkled her chocolate colored forehead as her large brown eyes searched the night streets. This late at night, nothing moved around except a bum traveling around. He looked at her and decided to keep moving when the driver exited the...

He came to me tonight, and told me what you did,He told me that you hurt him, and exactly what you did.He tried to calm me down, but knew it was pointless,Because what I was going to do to you, was make you worthless.You are already worthless in my eyes,And nothing but a cheating fucking whore in my eyes.I hate bitches like you, who think that because they have the perfect body,They can go around being fucking whores and...