Perhaps I am a wretch

Perhaps I am a god

Perhaps I am an optimist beneath this grim facade

Or maybe my identity

Lies leagues beneath the sea

Amid the Stygian darkness, where sunken valleys be

Perhaps I am a songbird

Perhaps I am a seed

And maybe what defines me is my weakness and my need

Yet

No matter who I am

Thirty thousand years from here

This heartbreak hurts, and I cannot contain it within...

Once Corin told Romingo to wait outside he followed Blackar into what was supposed to be a living room but the ripped wine-stained couches had mice crawling out of them bottles laid everywhere across the floor

“Do you want to sit your majesty?” Blackar said in a croggy voice he tried doing a mocking bow but when he caught Koh’s red eye he abandoned the thought halfway through doing an awkward lea...

my name is detective james and this is my progress report on all the missing peopel in this small town in wisconson. i am still in the middle of the investigation. i am a detective that was trancfered from new york to help with thies missing people. it is the strangest thing there are no bodys and they are all different races, gender,and ethnisitys. this person dosnt have a type wich makes this a ...

The sound of a staple gun on the tired small-town noticeboard in this small supermarket made her stop placing the shopping g from the wire basked onto the checkout for scanning.

When the young girl stepped away, her notice made a perfect line of four missing persons notices.

Earl leaned into her ear, “We’re on holidays Kate.” He pulled out the last of the items, adding them to the others.

Kate tur...

I was Kai Andrews. I'd just moved to Shadow Creek, NY; I was a police officer. I moved here because three teens, two boys, and a girl, had been murdered not far from the nearby High School, and it was my job to find out what had happened. As I was a freshly new member of the police force, I wasn't allowed to go out on my own just yet, and I'd decided to find out a bit more about the murders of the...

When your daughter is missing three years, you think about burying an empty coffin. You need a place to visit that can continue holding the emptiness for you. You wonder if this makes you a bad mother. How you think about walking into her bedroom, still hers, and burning the old unmade black sheets which then catch the comforter long left on the floor. You are transfixed by the image of the curtai...

The documentary was my idea, not his. In the media outlets, he would later say that he was the one who wanted to showcase the mysterious disappearances in our town in an effort to bring justice to those lost. That’s a lie: it was my idea to start the documentary, and the films will show this to be true.

They are kept in the basement of my childhood home, behind the wall on the west side, under t...

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They said there was something wrong. That I had experienced severe head trauma. They don’t think I killed the man lying there. I was put in rehab for months. Working with me everyday, trying to get my memories back. But once I did, I didn’t want them anymore. My fiancé was a kind man, always there for me. ...

She was begging so hard the security had to escort her out. Her voice remained true, ringing in my head,

“Please, please, he’s got to be out there, just keep looking.”

That was Jonathan’s mother’s reaction to my decision to close the case. Two months with nothing turning up was enough time for me to realise it was a lost cause. Oh, right, I better give you the details?

It started 6 months ago, ...

“And no new clues have turned up in the Dory Lovett case. She is just one of many in this town that has disappeared within the last five years.”

“Turn that off, Thea!” Mina scolds her friend. Thea obeys the command but makes a show of being hesitant.

“You won’t find your sister if you listen to the news the whole time,” she points out as they look through Dory’s room, searching for any clue of...