Fear is an idea!_IN THE LINE OF DUTY_Ill-Gotten Gains_Memories of blood
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Fear is an idea!
Many have claimed that death has a smell. Well, I’d love to correct them and say that it is dead things that smell and bring the thought of death to the edges of our memory, just about to spill over into sight, clear enough for us to see it. In fact, all of this started with an idea; a thought. Max held his daughter close beneath him as he crouched within the groove of an old eucalyptus tree. His fingers all trembled like they did when he proposed to his estranged wife. He was scared sick and he didn’t want to show it to his little girl, Daisy, the apple of his eye. The rustle amongst the sma...
IN THE LINE OF DUTY
IN THE LINE OF DUTY ©️Sharon.A. By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire,the pungent smell of smoke choked me holding my throat I coughed hard trying to clear my airway,my eyes were already teary,everything seemed to be spinning round and round to infinity.I badly needed water,it would be just a little time before I pass out from the suffocation, stumbling towards the tap in the yard I heard "Detective Lana come in,detective Lana? Can you hear me? Detective Lana is everything alright?" But where was my ear piece? What time was it? I let the water run down,letting loose my b...
Ill-Gotten Gains
It didn’t seem right, threatening such a pretty young woman, but Harrison’s plan allowed no room for sentiment.The bank teller—Samantha, so her nametag said—glowed in the fluorescent light. Her dark hair and pale skin, her brick red lipstick and white smile topped with a cheery greeting nearly derailed his resolve, but he refused to melt. He had his note at the ready, simple instructions written left-handed with a number two pencil. He had but to slide it across the counter and wait. Returning her smile, he did just that.She read it, frowned at it, frowned at him.Harrison wore a light gray tre...
Memories of blood
When they dieMemories of bloodThe building seemed to be an old one. The internal impression was even worse. Plaster crumbled from the ceiling, which leaked at many points. The stinky floor had formed a layer of algae to make it even slippery. The lab was on the 4th floor but Lynn had to use the stairs as the lift was clearly unusable. It looked like the stairs would never end. One coming after another and no climax to be fouwww.onedoor.ccnd. It was good to see there was at least no bloodstain on the stairs. She was sick of seeing blood. The road was dirty and Bloodstains made it worse. Dead bodies were...