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The water made wraiths around her feet. Flightless, tightly knitted. She stood in the froth and watched the water chase her skin, marry her anklebones, scream in laughter. She wondered if the water would ever leave her alone. She wondered if she would ever leave the water alone – if she could ever fall asleep without visiting the ocean.She swept her foot over the surface, watched the current seize and leap to follow. It spun in triumphant circles around the rim of her ankle. The ...
Salem He sprints away, not daring to look back, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like distant gunshots. He just had to get to the back stairway and up to his office on the second floor, where his EpiPen was stashed. It was the only solution at this point. He should have injected himself hours ago when he felt the sensation crawling up his back.
She had done it again. She truly had planned to avoid this; taken steps to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. That morning, when her grandpa’s ancient alarm clock had begun its shrill cry, vibrating the worn wooden nightstand upon which it sat, she had reached out and firmly quieted its bells. She had lain beneath her duvet, breathing quietly with focused deliberation. Her legs had itched. Outside her bedroom window, the sparrow that lived in the beech tree had chirped obliv...
It's all so strange. I've been assigned this special case but none of it makes a lick of sense. I've been working on this case for about two days now but still I have no clues that lead up to the murder who committed these strange deaths. All the victims have had their hearts ripped from their chest. Yet, there is no entre wound nor an exit wound."Agent Schonert may I have a word with you?" Chief Peters asked."Yeah, what do you want to talk about?" I sat there at my desk nervously looking at the chief. When the chief talks t...
The hour drew late. A thin fog scraped about the grounds, and a biting frost had long ago usurped the peaceful calm of autumn. The sky was dark, made flat by stubbornly uninteresting clouds that spoke of dreadful secrets behind their low-hanging curtain.In other words, the weather was absolutely perfect.S'vitari leaned against the garden wall, chewing the scabbard of a dagger. His patience, never considerable to begin with, had shortened considerably in the last hour. Where were they? He eyed the dark windows of the...
J.B My name is James Beck Harris, but people call me J.B Harris. My life was normal, well as normal as a special agent’s life can be. I was never the best at my job. Definitely not the best, my solve rate is not very high. But when I walked into that pawn shop everything changed. While I was working on a case ...
I get home from my job annoyed. I have to find a missing kid who knows I have two ghosts in my house. If my job finds out, I’ll be fired. And since I actually like my job getting rid of ghosts, I don’t want that to happen. I get home and Christine, one of the ghosts, says, “Hi, honey. How was your day at work?”She notices the gloomy look on my face and continues, “Did they find out about me?” “No, but I have to find a kid who know...
A hooded figure walked through the empty alleyway, the moonlight shining down upon them. Tiny droplets of rain fell down against the bricked pavement and cottoned cloak. The sound of smooth jazz and laughter could be heard more clearly as the anonymous individual stopped in front of a hidden door behind a wooden barricade. A feminine hand revealed itself as the sleeve of the cloak slid down its owner's arm as she raised her arm up to knock on the old, metal door. All of th...
It was the second night in the row where the snow was falling. An ordinary sight in the Rocky Mountains during winter time. December had just descended, and I was getting excited about the holidays that were coming so soon. For my family was going to be coming in for Christmas to visit. Upon looking out the window of my little townhouse, I decided to walk out into the snowy night and take a nice stroll through the park nearby. It was a bit of a hassle, being that the snow was coming down harder and harder it seemed as I was wa...
TEN. It’s nearly midnight and I am standing on a ledge overlooking a cheering crowd. They are gathered here in celebration - another year gone by, another come again, the cycle repeating as it always has and always will, ad infinitum. Most of them would call it a good thing if they were still sober enough for abstract thought. But no, they are drunk on alcohol and reckless joy and the companionship of loved ones and they cannot see the unbreakable, unbearable hold of the chains of time. They must have sadness and sor...
"It's teflon-coated, not stainless steel.""Are you sure about that?""Yes, I used to shave daily with Voskhod.""Why did you switch?""I tried the Wilkinson and since then it's my main blade.""I didn't like it in my Merkur; it bends it at a weird angle.""I'll lend you my DE89, great for Russian brand blades too. ""Oh, that's ok, I know you can't go a day without shaving.""I have many razors, Frank. I'm currently using -""That's our guy."Eric turned his head and locked eyes...
“It’s this unknown number calling again” – Sarah announced as she picked up her phone from the coffee table.“Answer it” – Hannah suggested, taking a sip of her marshmallow filled hot cocoa.“They’ve called twice already. What if something happened to your parents and someone is trying to get a hold of you?” – she continued.Sarah looked at her friend in disbelief. Hannah was such a good-natured ...
"Alright guys, I got the beers so we can turn this sad, pathetic joint into–what the hell?" I frown as I look around the darkened room. No one's in sight. I glance at my watch. 4:30. I'm right on time, so where the hell is everybody? I didn't get the time wrong, did I? I whip out my phone, swipe right past the news alert about a serial killer on the loose and to the office feed where all events are posted. Yep, the party is scheduled for 4:30 exactly. So where the hell is everybody? Then I think back to what I saw on my ph...
Bright, bright, bright. It was always too bright, always bright, always grating, grating at the back of his eyes, in the back of his mind. Peter no longer squinted. The lights that lined the room bored into his brain, boring and drilling, but Peter no longer squinted.The window, the singular window, told him it wasn’t food-time yet, but he couldn’t help but wait, shivering, by the door slot. She would come soon—or maybe not. Time didn’t exist in his blinding cell, not until the sky outside the window slit turned dark. When he stood...
"Why did you kill him, Stan?""I said I want my lawyer.""Come on now. You're making this way too difficult. Just admit it, it'll be easier on your sentence.""Hey don't blame me for something I didn't do. Give me a lawyer, then I'll ta...
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