Change In Narrative_The Laundromat Murder_A Magical Summer_Wayward Son
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Change In Narrative
The first snow fell overnight. Frozen dust piled up on the bare branches, forming a white coat of icy beauty that granted the woods where I lay hidden an eerie magical quality. So soft was the path of the snowflakes from the skies to the ground, it almost felt as though they weren’t moving at all, suspended mid-air. Yet, every now or then, the calls of the search party woke me up to remind me that there was nothing enchanted about the woods at all. In fact, their heavwww.onedoor.ccenly costume concealed their true nature: hell. A hell I was meant to wander in until I no longer found the strength to, trapped...
The Laundromat Murder
I talked to the police last night… they thought I was insane… which is about par for the course. I told them everything - every grisly detail. How he dragged her inside the laundromat, screaming. How he lifted her up and choked her against the machines… and then how he threw her to the ground as she sputtered. She tried to crawl away - he grabbed her unkempt blond hair and smashed her head with the door of a washing machine. She was crying, and everytime she sobbed he’d hit her again. I told them how he finally got bored and slammed her to the ground. I shivered as I did that night when I reco...
A Magical Summer
They sent me to live with Grandma Violet after my Mom ended up in the psychiatric hospital. She painted our side of the neighbor's house sky blue because she wanted a cheerier view. Then she spent a thousand dollars on art supplies and bought us a first-class one-way ticket to Malaysia. But the last straw fell when she took a dog, who'd been chained to a tree for days. The dog's owner came out, and she gave him an uppercut that Grampa had taught her when she moved into the city. I'm used to her odd choices, but this time she required much more help than her psychiatrist could give her and said...
Wayward Son
Wayward Son"It's been two years Brandon, almost to the day. Is the anniversary bringing up any negative emotions that you would like to talk about?" Sharon said as she leaned forward to put her elbows on her knees closing the distance between her and her patient. Brandon was laid back on the forest green suede couch, eyes to the ceiling to recount the off white titles that ran from one side of the room to the other. "Still just 145 titles, same as last time" Brandon thought to avoid Sharon's gaze and question. " I don't need the anniversary as an excuse, this haunts me everyday. I finally got...