Drowning Deep_Snow & Ash_Behind The Crime_Erasing the Eraser
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Drowning Deep
“I could see nothing, nothing but water around me. I could feel my breath being taken away.Everything was blue what I could see. I struggled to find a way.”Alzheimer sighed.“When I woke up, that’s all I could remember, the sea drowning me.I didn’t have a name or number, I didn’t know what I was supposed to be.”A little girl sitting nearby clapped with her smile.“It was a great rhyme Alzheimer!” she said excited.Alzheimer smiled at the innocent little girl.“I bet you would have been a great poet before all this.” Bolster commented.“Maybe, but nothing would be better than this. A lovely family.”...
Snow & Ash
There’s something about the darkness that is familiar. It’s not necessarily the look of it, more how it feels, warm and moving, humming with energy. This darkness is something alive, something swirling beneath closed eyes that won’t open just yet. He can swear there is someone calling his name, though the sound is muddled and far away, and it isn’t so much a name, but it’s something close enough. Soon. A voice tells him, though he’s not sure who the voice belongs to, whether it’s his own, or someone else’s that he’s long since forgotten. There are many things you’ve forgotten, he realizes sud...
Behind The Crime
It’s a day spring and the sunset. In the bedroom and on the bed is Alex and his wife(Olivia) sleeping. While window left wide open, a mild wind blows the cotton covering the window. The light from the sun shines narrowly through the window, reflecting brightly on the face of Alex as he sleeps backing the bed with his face on the upward direction.Alex feels the brightness and the warmth heat from the sun on his face. Which swww.onedoor.cctimulate him to wake up. He wakes up and stretches is hands backward while still lying on the bed. Then turns his face left and acknowledges that is wife is not yet awake. F...
Erasing the Eraser
Trigger warning: gun violenceI shot him in the back of his left ear. The bullet went through his brain and exited out of his right eye. It was a clean shot, not a clean location, in terms of blood. The blood covered the breakfast bar and part of the kitchen’s white tile. Damn, white tile. I hate that shit.I hadn’t intended to shoot the guy right here, but I knew it needed to happen, so I made a quick decision to end him. Job well done. I love my job. I clean up bad relationships. You know how some women end up in relationships with men who end up hurting them or worse, killing them from abuse?...