The man that looked back at me in the mirror is a shell. A husk of what I use to be. Nothing mattered anymore, not after she left.
She was always right there, right across the hall from me. Her golden hair that smells of sunflowers and vanilla, her honey brown eyes that warm me from a far, and her olive skin that’s heavily speckled to appear as marble.
She has the kindest heart, and always put...
**PRESENT**
The bar was quiet, dimly lit, and smelled of rich leather and cigarette smoke. The smoker’s section was on the ground floor, but the smoke always wafted back into the upper part. I sat in a leather cushioned seat, a short round table that held a glass of red wine. I was a few seats back from the stage as soft jazz played from a very talented young lady. Saxophone, piano, bass and drum...
They were my saviors, and they promised to keep me safe.
Forever.
If only that were true. It was months later, everything appeared to be peaceful around the house, in our little world. Until the day I got a unknown number calling. I made a vow to never answer any unknown calls ever again, so I ignored it and got back to work. It was that evening, right before the guys returned home, there was a ...
The day started like any other, I remember having the day off from work. It was finally starting to feel like summer as the days grew hot and a bit muggy from the rain we’ve recieved over the last few days. I woke alone in the little two bedroom apartment I shared with my boyfriend. He must have already left for work, I hadn’t even looked at the time until entering the livingroom and the clock on ...
“Your words wound me deeply,” My voice cracked with each word. “But your silence hurts even more.” My mother did nothing, said nothing, to defend herself. She had planned and executed everything with help from her new husband. My throat sore from screaming and crying, begging for my own mother not to do this, but she didn’t give any hint of an attempt to stop all of this.
“The contract has been ...
“_Leave_!”
A manila evelope was open, pictures spews from the opening.
“Quinn, its not what you think!”
“I don’t…._care_,” the room was ice cold, a counter seperating us. “It’s clear, here, IN THESE PHOTOS OF YOU AND MY BROTHER!”
I flung the pictures at her, making her flinch. I wanted to see the hurt, the regret in her eyes, but the only thing she showed me was relief. I knew something was...
She died at a young age, lived on by her killer.
Now, she can be seen sitting at her tomb, weeping at her demise, at how her tormentor gets to live on.
Many have heard her wails, how they ring across the woods hidden in the fog.
She cries alone have brought first responders out by passerby’s calls, worried about a woman being attacked.
But no one is there, no one to see, no one to talk.
She...
The vineyard was large, lanes just wide enough to have trucks pass through picking up the baskets. The once lush vines now bare and stiff as the cold november air drifts through each row. I was sent here under the request of my superior, sending me the location and instructed to be here before sunset. The case had gone cold 3 months ago, and our crime scene was contaminated thanks to harvest sesao...
