The ledge was only a few steps away, beneath lied the end, the solution and a new beginning. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. My mother’s boyfriend seems to be the root of all my problems, even though I know it’s not possible. The other day my f...
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How To Be A Master Criminal
Being a Criminal Mastermind isn't easyThe annals of fiction are full of master criminals and evil geniuses. From Sherlock Holmes’ Professor Moriarty to James Bond’s Doctor No, to Superman’s Lex Luthor, each dashing hero must have a worthy nemesis to prove his credentials. Yet, for the budding...
They are out there in the cold, but you refuse to see them. The Forgotten ones. Worn down to threads, seeing no longer just their heads. Seeing flesh thru the cloth, you wonder is that all they have left? The Forgotten ones. Zippers and buttons dropping o...
New Beginnings
A thrilling thriller in the makingCrying is not an emotion I tend to share; I generally keep myself to myself and even then do little to deal with them. My best friend Chloe, God rest her soul, had departed this world as if in a puff of smoke. I felt aggrieved that I had not spent more ti...
Why? - Part 2
How easily she made it right."Sweetheart." It was different this time, this was new. These were promises to be kept. He got into bed beside her, smelling of sweat and alcohol and the perfumes of other women. He stroked away her bruises and tears, and Grace felt flames erupt over her...
The Cold (a short story)
Whilst apartment-searching, Kat notices something strange about her new landlady...The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow...
I Shot Santa Claus in Self-Defense!
Mr. Potato Head, an Amish Santa, and a strange Mariachi all point to an inevitable conclusion.“Should I start just before I shot Mr. Potato Head in the face?” I asked. “No,” Callahan replied. “Pick it up earlier than that.” “When I discovered that Santa Claus was Amish?” I asked. “Before that,” Callahan replied. And then he looked at me and made h...
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Even The Clocks Stopped
Honoring a promise is harder than we realise, but it is a necessary tool in the healing process.The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of jus...
Book 1 – Blood Is Thicker Than Water Chapter 4
C.S. Deuces is a complex story of drug dealing, murder, sex and intrigue and unexpected loveClub Simone’s The quiet streets echoed Delores’ high-pitched voice as her stout hand gripped the cell phone and opened it. “Hello… What… What time is it Tyrell? Why you calling me, boo?” She wrinkled her chocolate colored forehead as her large brown eyes...
He came to me tonight, and told me what you did,He told me that you hurt him, and exactly what you did.He tried to calm me down, but knew it was pointless,Because what I was going to do to you, was make you worthless.You are already worthless in my eyes,A...