Stories tagged “murder”
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Templeton, Missouri
And then there was the time that Ephraim Tate cut Slow Jack Blessing’s throat. Right in the middle of town and everything. There’d been words exchanged, of course. Slow Jack might have had a drink or two, and I know Ephraim was three sheets...
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Just Like Dancing
I crouch down on the balls of my feet and look at the body. What a piece of art. Naked, bloody, left arm almost emancipated from the shoulder. It’s ten at night, the corpse relaxes, illuminated by the dimness of the street light above. Highway ro...
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Love, the Silent Killer
The creeking of the rocking chair cut the silence, and as the woman finally gazed down at the sticky, wet bundle in her arms, she wondered if it could even be considered a child anymore.
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Blood like Asphalt
The blood pools, slowly enveloping the surrounding asphalt like a red velvet blanket, smooth and mezmerizing. No more breath escapes the mans lips, hes already embarked on what ever journey awaits us at the end. I take a slow drag on my cigarette, lett...
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Clandestine
Most of the time it’s just so easy to watch through the scope as the target’s body hits the floor. Most of the time you can calmly pack up the gun, check the area, and leave. The killing of the President of the United Economic Nation was no...
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Starbucks ritual
Seth has a ritual when he’s writing and that’s to go to Starbucks. It’s like his candy store. Not only can he get writing done, but he can watch that hot blonde in the pant suit and thinking of great ways to strangle her without touch...
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Passion, Rediscovered
Henry watched the young couple aimlessly strolling hand-in-hand down the promenade, blissfully unaware of the rest of the world; the crashing waves, the families with screaming children, the seagulls squabbling over dropped ice-cream cones and half-eat...
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Hypnotic
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dr. Stanfield asked Daniel. Daniel nodded yes as he sat in Dr. Stanfields office. “I know this is going to be difficult for you, so we will take it slow okay?” Dr. Stanfield is Daniel LongR...
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Cellophane pt. 1.1
A light, early morning fog still lingered above fresh, spring lawns as Detective Vereen steered his car through the maze of suburb streets. His GPS pointed him toward 117th place, where an old lady by the name of Ms. Kermett had been found dead by her ...
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Cellophane pt. 1.2
There were far more reporters than he had honestly expected for an old, unnoticeable person like Ms. Kermett, but as Vereen stepped out of his car, the deluge of questions seemed to indicate this was precisely why the news was interested. “Who is...
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12 Word Novels
I sat and watched as the reds and oranges blazed the towns. Pink, blue, and green ribbons welcomed her home after her long night. He killed her viciously. That’s all the information they needed to know. I see her in the hallways. And all I think is e...
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Deal for an Old Friend (Part One)
I was framed in the doorway to her living room, listening to her recount the incident. It was all bull. She hovered and brushed on the truth but kept saying things like, “He came at me, that son of a bitch.” I had this small three by five l...
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Deal for an Old Friend (Part Two)
I turned to her, “This is gonna to run you three grand.” She glanced over, a little bit surprised, but her face softened and she said, “But baby, what about for old times sake?” I knocked her off. “Get out of here kiddo, t...
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Deal for an Old Friend (Part Three)
“Is this how you treat all your old partners?” “Don’t flatter yourself. My other partners didn’t leave me when things got tough, and you know what? My old partners kept me out of jail. Now if you want to do this job yourse...
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Stop
When my legs feel like dead weights, my lungs feel like they’ve been scraped dry with sandpaper and all I can hear is the tribal pounding of my heart, I decide that I’ve got to stop and let my body recuperate…for however long I may ha...
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Nothing But the Truth
I had a hard time coming to terms with the death of both parents within a couple months of each other, especially seeing as I’d shot one. The court date had been set. I had exactly three weeks to prepare and my best friend’s older brother w...
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Cellophane pt. 1.3
“I thought they were sending more,” one of them said as Vereen stepped up. He looked back to the reporters to make sure they were out of hearing distance, then back to the one who spoke. “Mr. Mayor, in his infinite wisdom, has demande...
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Two More for the Farm
The old farm was known to be dangerous. Though it was deserted, many people had disappeared over the years on that ancient land. Horrible sounds and strange lights made for good ghost stories but finally the police of Larson County installed signs arou...
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House Guest
The cloud of smoke thins. For the first time, I see my captor. He is standing across the room, and his features are a blur. The hair is a mucky brown, the skin a pale olive tone: his outfit, an assortment of dark gray. I struggle against the rope that&...
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Father, Father
I found out I had a half-brother. But only because I’d checked the obituary; he’d been shot in the back four times. When I looked him up I wanted to find out that he’d been a monster. Maybe a child abuser, a rapist, a drug-crazed miso...
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Catalyst for Murder
The ticking of the clock on the mantel started to irritate me. I sat at my desk looking at spreadsheets all the while the constant (tick… tick… tick…) sounded behind me. The sound of impatience. I’d lost my place. Looking back a...
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The Answer
He looked at the girl, her eyes were glazed over like she was just about to cry. She might be crying now, were she still alive. Now he knew what he was wondering all along. Long nights went by, sleepless nights, tossing and turning with questions in hi...
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I Lost it All
Lives torn asunder. Thieves took everything. Even the life of my love.
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Final Decision
One of us had to die. So it was her, then me.
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Public Relations
It felt good to be working again. A relief that, much like a hooker, kept me warm inside. Stopped in at Johnny Law’s to visit Captain Pike. Seeing his name on the door, I’m always torn between Star Trek jokes and fish jokes. He looked up. &...