Something with such a gruesome dictionary definition could hardly be seen as something considered conscientious. Murder is something that mad men do when taking out their anger. I am not a mad man, but I sure as hell am angry. The last 20 years I have spent bent over at the knees for him. Giving him 5 beautiful children, cooking, cleaning, taking care of everything that should he done and yet I st...
I had asked twice. The amount just didn’t seem right, so I asked a third time. What I heard was confirmed. Against my better judgment, I administered the medication. Seconds later, I knew I had been right to doubt the doctor. The patient seized uncontrollably before going completely lifeless. It wasn’t until after he called the time of death that the doctor and I discussed what happened. While I h...
“How do you plan to get away with this psycho.”
Steve screamed out at his faceless captor who had held him in an emptied out indoor swimming pool for the past 3 days.
A laugh escaped his captors lips a long mad laugh a shiver went down Steve’s back listening to this laugh he felt like a cornered animal more than he already did before of course. “How do I plan to get away with this, seriously who ...
Bowl of triple chocolate ice cream with brownie bits and dark chocolate chunks,
Check; coziest blanket, check; Bonaparte curled tight in his designated sofa, corner double check Bea settled into the opposing corner. Sniffing her comfy Clothes and Murder Shows fuzzy socks, Bonaparte tucked his snout under her ankles.
“Alexa play Meet Marry Murder.”
Haunting familiar strings filled the living ro...
Sour face Kenny lived in the apartment under his childhood bully, Bert. The nickname sour face was given to him on account of a consistent sad bend on his eyes and mouth.
Bert never really let go of the whole bullying idea. On the way to get the mail, Kenny saw Bert on occasion, and when he did, Bert pinned him to the wall saying, “Hey, old buddy. Bet you can spare whatever money you got on ya?” ...
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. ...
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...
“Hey… what’s that in the corner?” Heneri asked me, smirking with that goofy look on her face. I glanced over towards the offending corner, but immediately turned my gaze back to her, knowing, by all the fates, what would follow.
“Ha! Got you!” She laughed, as my eyes disappeared upwards in the freaky way I often did.
“You’re SO funny,” I countered, voice light with humor.
It was nice to be away ...
Arriving on the scene to a crowd
I take note of the body’s secrets
A bruise on the neck and throat
Hands and feet bound by rope
A single strand of hair is found
It’s stuck under a fingernail
The crime scene techs bag the hair
As I happened to see another thing
Blood was on the feet, the bottoms
I had the techs swab them both
As I waited not so patiently
I finally got the call
I headed to the s...
I stand in the middle of the living room, our old living room, though it’s not quite right. The floral wallpaper, yes, I remember that, but it’s faded, shifting between pastel pinks and sepia tones, like an old photo. Mom’s laughter echoes, so close and yet so far away, coming from the kitchen—or was it the next room? Decades ago? Time’s funny like that here.
The air’s thick with the smell of Gra...