There was a group of people who always hang around the corner of the town, waiting for the sunset to begin their moves. The neighbors are afraid of them, or not wanted to be in trouble. But those people aren’t kind to let you go under their eyes, they owed every single person in this town a blood debt. Each night, the sound of hopelessness makes the town cry. At the top of the hill where it can se...
As a mother, they expect me to be protective of my children. It’s the unconditional love that Mother Nature instilled into us. As abiding creatures, we fight, we survive as she wants us to. As is the balance of life. But when a predator enters my territory where my babies are, harmless and innocent, abide, then I will fight back. Nay, we fight back.
The winter winds blast us but we push through. ...
What is a perfect murder?
Is it a ruthless killing?
A killing where the red blinds you?
Sinuses filled with blood and gore?
A world painted crimson?
Sinuew and cracking bone?
Or..
Is it loud?
Screams which tear through then night?
Screams which break the wine glasses?
A spiderwebbing crack?
Or…
Is it a quiet death?
Premeditated and stealthy?
A slightly cloudy scotch on the rocks?
Peacefull...
Father always told me I was too soft, granted, he was a retired mob boss. But that hadn’t prohibited him from making it his soul purpose in life to critique my every move. He wanted me to be fierce, untouchable—wrong. He wanted me to be him. He forgets, though, that not every teen is looking to become the next world-known assassin. My current focus is my grades. To him they are expendable, but he...
Beneath the cerulean, boundless empyrean wide,
A vibrant, kaleidoscopic palette of flowers swayed and pranced,
Bugs feasted with meticulous, insatiable hand,
And a dilligent, wandering ant somehow found it’s way inside your pants.
Zephyrs graced the world with a gentle, calming breeze,
And the radiant, golden sun left each being tenderly kissed, beauteously warm, and serenely blissed.
The day...
“Well look at that,” Esmé said. “Never thought I’d see that happen.”
“Yup,” Jorgé answered.
They were sitting on the bench, observing.
“All of them?” Esmé asked.
“Every one.” Jorgé was eating pizza-flavored Combos. Esmé lunched on an avocado-sprout sandwich.
Esmé nodded.
Together, they watched the crows huddling together, picking at bits of leftover flesh from the ground....
The perfect murder is done right, by someone smart. People on the… slower side tend to get caught. I sigh to myself. I hate sloppy people.
I mean, would it really have taken that much effort to put on some gloves and a hairnet, wipe away the blood spatter, incinerate the weapon and rearrange some crucial evidence? No, it wouldn’t have. But people get sloppy and leave things, things that get them...
I was lounging on the old, beat-up couch in my living room, scrolling through my phone with no real purpose. Then, a notification popped up, breaking the monotony.
_Hey, meet me at the park? Usual spot?_
It was from Sarah, my girlfriend. Well, not exactly my girlfriend, but close enough. We’ve been together for about a year now, and things have been… complicated. But I loved her, in my own twist...
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