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“ TINA'S LETTER Sometimes life doesn't turn out they way we want.When growing as a kid, you always have a dream. Some kids want to be doctors,pilots or teachers. That was the same for Tina, she wanted to be a psychologist, deal with other people's problems even though she couldn't solve her own problems. Tina grew up as a smart kid,so dedicated to her school work ,courageous and a...
Twisting downwards, in a spinning spiral the microscopic blue blob landed daintily on the copper straw. Weaving down through it till the creature reached sturdy flesh. Perhaps happily, or just greedily the tiny speck bit down onto her scalp, then the pain came.A throbbing ache of burning fury that engulfed her scalp, and the speck grew in size.Feeding on the spiritual energy the spider sent out a fine silken web, leaving some intwined in the girls hair, the now larger speck moved on in search of its next host.
THE BLUE RUGThe beautiful rug in the middle of the living room once blue, now adorned by the soft touch of an entirely different color: red. The contrasting color had mixed tirelessly with the rug that the difference was not so real. The blue as a distinguishing color had been an epitome of nature and the beauty of it as the Nightingale sang lazily in the darkened sky. But that alone had never been the real reason why the rug and it's blu...
The wolf pack gathered on a rocky outcrop that ran along the perimeter of the woods. The huge Alpha male took up a position on the highest point as he looked down over his pack. The winter had been harsh and food was scarce, in fact, a couple of weaker pubs had recently succumbed.The leader’s attention focused on a small log cabin in the distance. Until recently it had sat abandoned but, suddenly, there was smoke rising from the chimney indicating that it was now inhabited … and where there were humans there was food. He leapt down...
THE STRANGER .1 Minus six degrees, what on earth possessed him to go out anyway, with only a t-shirt and a pair of woollen gloves for warmth? I must be mad, but she was in trouble and he couldn't walk away. His walks in the early hours were a regular occurrence, his insomnia had seen to that years ago. He stood, shivering, looking in the window of a menswear shop. The mannequin looked warmer than he did, dressed in a, Hugo Boss hoodie, and r...
Case stuffed her face. She rummaged her fridge, for anything. Banana pudding, in particular. She could taste it. The downshift version in her fridge didn't taste quite right, but it was still pudding. A good-sized pan of it. She took a few spoonfuls, which somehow emptied three fourth the pan. No no, it didn't taste right... She swallowed some more. Eventually, it'll come. She felt bad because she forgot what taste she was craving, in the mess, but eventually, it'll come.Her roommate, an older woman, shuffled into the kitchen.
A cat ran down the cobbled street in Chantilly, Virginia. The bare trees stood tall around the Chantilly Courthouse as leaves littered the streets. Autumn was setting in and there was a coolness to the air. A group of mean boys chased the cat away from an alley. It stopped behind a hamburger joint to lick its sore paw and stare into the window. People were seated at neat little tables with the classic red and white cotton tablecloths. The cat could smell the hamburger and Fren...
My dinner party was not supposed to become a crime scene, but it did. There was a sneaky thief among us, and we needed to find the culprit by the end of the night. Even though the party was supposed to be fancy as far as having a four-course meal, I had let the guests know that they could feel free to dress casually. After all, I had a new rescue dog named Angel, and she had a habit of jumping on people to greet them. I wouldn’t want anyone’s expensive clothing to get ruined. &nbs...
Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned...
Life is so rarely in black in white that when one comes into contact with bits that really are black and white, it comes as a shock. Think on it. Life is so far from truly black and white—either all bad or all good—that when the public comes in contact with a storybook villain that is fully black—completely bad—they accuse the author of not making his characters “deep” enough. Most mature people can agree that real-life villains are not all black...
They call me Donald the Duck. Ronald’s my name and detecting’s my game. I’ve been keeping the streets clean of trouble in Maryville, dirtiest ditch in Southern California. Twelve years now I’ve had the tough task of finding lost dogs, lizards and husbands for birds of all shapes and sizes. Nothing has been too much and lately the dough was coming in painfully slow. At least that was before yesterday.Yesterday I was snooping in the alleyway of Seventh and Forester where I knew I’d find that final piece of the puzzle to the Morrison ...
She liked the way his hands moved; smooth and powerful. The way the knife almost completely disappeared in them while he cut his steak. What else could those hands do? More paws than hands, really. Her stomach did a little dance as she clenched her teeth behind her lips to steady herself. To bring her wandering mind back around. Jesus. Am I saying the right things? “Mmm,” she nodded while she chewed. He was going on about his recent trip to a small village in Panama, and how he felt fortuna...
The spear goes through the boar and the beast stumbles. A few meters ahead, it falls and moves no more. We are going to have a meat feast tonight. Grognak has the best throw, rarely it is another to claim the kill. He knees beside the dead prey. He thanks the Great Mother and screams: "Grognak brings meat!" Everybody yells and cheers, spears in the sky.Grognak is chief, his word is law. The chief had another name before, we are forbidden to say it as we are forbidden to speak ours. He gave us names, new ...
The alley was dark as usual, the only sound the scuffling of rats and the soft breeze. At the end of alley was a lopsided tin shed. It reeked of rat poop and garbage, but I was used to it. After all, it was my home. Mother was waiting for me. Her eyes were dull and empty, her lips cracked and grey. She was once beautiful, with lush, blonde locks, sparkling blue eyes, and pink lips always wide, smiling. She would attend galas and proms in dazzling ball gowns, and dance with handsome young men who would propose to her by the e...
Lemon ZestShe knows the bodies will be gone by now, but even after twenty years on the job, she can still feel uneasy working a room. It’s only five a.m., but already the sweat is beading her forehead and trickling down her sides as she moves slowly across the baking asphalt towards the open door. She’s glad of her designer shades as the dazzling glare is hurled back at her from the white aluminium siding of the motel, pale lemon of doors and wall panels a blinding assaul...
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