I'll be a Daisy_Murderer's Delight_Nicole_Letters To Someone I Knew
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I'll be a Daisy
*Author’s Note: “I'll be a Daisy” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters/events.*I was dead as soon as Cam said ‘No’. He hadn’t said it himself – he never addressed the line directly – but his second in command had repeated his decision; his glorified megaphone. It was a bullshit decision!My price was fair. It was common knowledge that Cam hated greedy people (that weren’t him), and punished them severely. Even knowing this, my asking price was still practically theft. I knew he would say ‘no’ as soon as he saw my sample. H...
Murderer's Delight
Murderer's delightMistress Gayle as she was known as developed a certain lifestyle that required her to invent methods to maintain it. The woman understood the importance of keeping a job as she was taught by her elders. Because she engaged in activities that she could not afford by legal means, Mistress Gayle exploited other people to suppliment her life style. She would steal from the elderly people whose homes she worked at as a caregiver. When tragedy struck her family, she learned to offer her family members a place to live in her home in order to exploi...
Nicole
Roman logged out of his Facebook. There was nothing interesting there, of course, just people showing off pictures of their families or political posts. He looked around his apartment living room which was mostly empty except the couch he was sitting on, the recliner, and the flat screen TV. This was his life. www.onedoor.cc35-years-old and single without any kind of woman in his life, living in a one-bedroom apartment. He always had gotten good grades in school and graduated college with a 3、6 GPA and a business administration degree. He always wanted to have a lot of money and that was what he had worked ...
Letters To Someone I Knew
When I first met him, I had absolutely no idea how big of a role he’d inevitably play in my life. He was innocent, in my eyes, at least. A college boy, who enjoyed college girls’ company. So, what was the harm in calling us over?I walked to his side of the car, he was in the passenger's seat. His face was so bright and happy. He was a little sweaty, but that was expected because he had just come from football practice. And I knew because of his jersey and the fact that I was waiting for practice to get out to look at college boys. (Don’t judge me!) He had the biggest smile on his face when he...