It is kind of funny in retrospect

So I guess you can laugh at my face

That what ended up a crime scene

Started as our favorite place

Our secret summer garden

Our special hidden spot

But you buried it all under deep deep ground

And now it’s surly not

No weapons were drawn

No blood splattered out

But you left me in ruin

Alone and in doubt

No alarms sounded

You were never caught

But you des...

“He did it, he did it,” Emma moaned, burying her face in her hands to hide her tears, though it was obvious that they were there.

The walls of the station were wolf gray, the exact shade of his shirt before it soaked with blood… but it wasn’t his blood. This just made her even more hysterical.

“Who did it, Miss?” An officer questioned, and it was obvious he was starting to lose patience.

“He d...

The last person to see her alive was me. The last person to speak words to her was me.

“The only reason your too afraid to change is because you can’t!”

I had screamed her face streaming with tears.

“I have forever to change. I’m trying.”

She had yelled back.

“Forever isn’t long enough,” I had whispered, my face inches from hers. “If you keep making excuses.”

I walked out of her house that nigh...

I stood, frozen as they swarmed in, metal clinking and their voices loudly rumbling. If I had slept at all last night I don’t know I could be sure that this was reality. It felt like every movie scene when the killer gets busted.

But I wasn’t the killer.

I knew they had to come sooner or later, but it didn’t make this sudden sense of helplessness any easier to process. I was pushed to the ground,...

“You, Viatrix Alsair, are sentenced to death by hanging for the murder of Count Delroy!” Came the final blow, the judges voice ringing through the room. Death. Hanging. Murder. A murder I didn’t commit.

The part where I didn’t kill him wasn’t the problem. Or the fact he was dead (I never really liked him anyway). The part I had a problem with was that I knew who had killed him and they hadn’t bai...

I had this case. Messed up for everybody…the understatement of the year.

Frank Bulgaria—old money with a smile like a dentist’s best friend—he was sitting in the interrogation room, cuffs around his hands and a whistling like a bird.

I walk in and say, “How’s it going sport?”

He shoots me a, “I’m already serving time for this. You got me, Officer. Why am I here?” from across the table.

Out of ...

Slim wrists wrapped in reflective silver. Delicately severe links overlapped forming a chain. Binding your bracelets together, restricting movement. Perched on a bench of metal slats; biting into the flesh of the thighs. Weary eyes glued to the floor. Rat tails fell about a heart shaped face, drowned in the rain. Dejected soles squeak on linoleum flooring, given their marching orders.

Question af...

The e-cuffs were doing their job just fine, he couldn’t move his hands in obscene gestures and his feet had no possibility to flee. They were humane, those cuffs that is, they left no chaffing marks on wrist or ankle. He was pulled from his thoughts, at least they were his own on a day like that.

“You understand and are of clear of your own mind why you were brought here?”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry...

There was two rules when you’re talking to the cops.

First, don’t lie.

Second, know your right to an attorney.

In his confusion, Benjamin was following one of those rules more strictly than the other.

“Benjamin Wild” the man seated across from him asked sternly.

“Y-yes. Why am I here?”

“Where were you between the time of 10:00 to 10:45”

“Working, why?”

“Because a women by the names of Jasmi...

It all started with the letters. Those small, threatening messages printed on antique paper with chard edges. “Watch your back, you never know what could be lurking behind you,” or “You’ll regret ever meeting me.”

At first I thought they were a joke, a little prank from one of the boys. After I’d find them they’d disappear, and a portion of my sealing wax would disappear also. My desk would be i...