Lawyer_One Final Act_The Fall of Mr. Baxter_Cultish Intentions
Catalog Guide:
Lawyer
Rayna Abril sat up in her cramped seat. Her heart was beating. Hard. She looked around, confused. Why was she on a plane? Slowly, she remembered. Yesterday was the court case. Her dark brown eyes watered, but not from the rancid smell of the person next to her. ... Rayna had graduated from law school just a year ago, but she was already the most sought-after lawyer in the field. Every single case she got, she would win by a landslide. Today should be no different. Still, this case was tricky. About a month ago, her best friend, Victoria Render, found out her father wanted to kill the weak po...
One Final Act
Harry didn’t get nervous. Back home he was known as Harry the Hammer, solid and reliable no matter what needed to be done. So why was he shaking now? He couldn’t even hold the dagger the old man had given him for protection. Why did he even need to protect himself on this job? Who was the old man? So many questions flooded his mind making it hard to concentrate on his plan. It was pitch black in the tiny cupboard he’d hidden himself in at the back of the dressing room. Waiting for the cast to head onto the stage, he tried to slow his racing mind and gather his wits. Taking deep breaths, he foc...
The Fall of Mr. Baxter
CONTENT WARNING: Death“This is all my fault” a single tear slid down Lana’s flushed cheek. “It was me. I did it. I am so sorry…” She trailed off, tears now dropping like heavy raindrops, sobs racking her chest.Tori had no idea what Lana was doing. She knew Lana couldn’t be to blame, so why was she insisting on pointing the finger at herself? Tori gazed at her, confused, but Lana didn’t notice. They were together all weekend. It would have been impossible for her to have anything to do with this. Besides the fact that it simply wasn’t in Lana’s nature.Lana tried to continue, but her chest was c...
Cultish Intentions
It was all ready for the ritual. We hung the cat on the lamp post as a sign for where the other members of our cultish group should meet. In dark hooded robes and in muscade colored masks, we start making our way to the seldom house in the woods right outside of the dimly lit streets we all live on. For some, this is a way to escape reality for a while, for others however, they just like the torment and agony of others. When we get to the entrance of the woods, we put blind folds on the new initiates, as a safety measure to keep our little secret, well... secret. As the old wooden shack comes ...