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Diary of a guilty mom
“Uhhh” I moaned as I rolled over. The baby was in the crib hollering. He must have been crying for a while because he was already standing up but his eyes were still shut. I turned on the side table lamp and glanced over at my husband, sound asleep. “Uhhh” I moaned louder hoping to stir him, but nothing. Stiff as a log he slept there. He had always been a heavy sleeper. I thought I had been a heavy sleeper at one time, but then we had kids. And now only he slept. Lucky bastard.I hoisted myself up and trudged over to the crib on the other side of the room. My feet were heavy like mud, the dista...
Murder in a Dream
Hallvar sat in his office, browsing the police file of suspects and cursing his brain for not remembering anything regarding the incident. The doctors told him the blow to his head was severe - it gave him a concussion, after all - and that it might take time for his memory to come back. If it did at all.“Hall?”Without turning his eyes from the computer screen, he waved a hand. “Come in, Sigfride.”His assistant walked into the office, placing a hand on Hallvar’s shoulder. “How are you?”“Still can’t remember anything,” he said, scanning the faces of every known criminal in Norway. He recognized...
224: the extraction
There’s something serene about staring out the window as the train passes the skyscrapers and the people busy with life. It’s so serene it could almost lull you into the belief that life was that simple. It could almost make Annabelle Harris forget what she was going to have to do. What her mission is and how she couldn’t fail or her sister, Oakley, would die. And her sister is her everything. Oakley is only thirteen months younger than Anna but she mothered her baby sister like she was her daughter. She raised Oakley since their mom and dad died in an apartment fire in queens when they wer...
Cut Off
We wanted this day to be so memorable that the experience would last a lifetime. A lwww.onedoor.ccegend to tell our children and grandchildren. The pressure to come up with an idea was great and our parameters made it almost impossible to achieve.Our last year in high school on senior cut day (unofficial of course), my friends and I decided to plan something adventurous. Living near the Atlantic Ocean had its benefits. Freedom to walk on the clean, soft, warm sand in the summers. Digging toes into each step feeling the gentle coarse rub of the golden granules. Playing chicken with the waves while avoiding s...