The green eyed monsters of Hollywood_The last case_Jack the Ripper_Reincarnation, Rebirth, and a lit
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The green eyed monsters of Hollywood
Chapter 1A new dawn had welcomed itself into the lonely American state, as it swept through the hazed morning sun, which slowly began to rise from the depths of the pacific. The beauty of the American dream trundled its way into the heart of the Californian state, as the sun’s light kissed the sacred words which read the word of fame; Hollywood. ***Something had woken. Deep within its soul, a sweet bitterness began to grow. It was hungry; it hadn’t been fed in years.***The two had known each other for some time now, ever since the mids of the movie industry. It was impossible to not to recogni...
The last case
A veil of dust collapses on the top of my head as I open the attic door. It’s been a long time since someone used it. The stairs unfold with loud creaks. I have to put some oil on them.Normally, I should wait for Jack to come back home but earlier he called to say that he’ll be late. So why waste time? At least I hope that if I fall, he will be back in time to get me to the hospital. The stairs continue their metallic scream as I step on them, but they manage to hold me.It’s been four years since my grandfather died and his house was the apple of discord between his children, that being my mot...
Jack the Ripper
“What can I help you with?” Jack asked the middle-aged woman standing in front of him at the information desk. He was always happy to help. The woman’s wiry, grey streaked hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days. Jack rubbed his hand over his bald as he looked down at the woman, glad for once that he didn’t have to worry about hair care.“My book is missing the last page,” she said urgently, pushing a copy of The Help towards Jack as if it were diseased.Jack frowned and put on his glasses. “Missing, you say?” he questioned awww.onedoor.ccs he picked up the book and flipped through the musty pages of ...
Reincarnation, Rebirth, and a little bit of Regret
It was but a lost child. I probably shouldn’t have stared at it so horrifically. “Can you help me? I’m lost.”“Oh god,” I uttered before I could stop myself. I tear my heavy glare away from the short, chubby little thing. I ran in here to lose myself, not to be found. Another quick little glance is stolen before I smear my hand across my dry eyes, feeling the cool relief from my fingers seep through weary eyelids. “Fine,” I sigh, dropping my hand from my face. “Make sure you’re following me. I don’t care whether you’re behind me or not.” It gives a single nod and that’s the last time I decide t...