In the Small Hours_Perfect Tyler_When I Remember_The Invisible Murder
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In the Small Hours
Michelle Ryan sits in her bed, cigarette hanging from her mouth, back leaning on the headboard, fingernails clawing into the comforter. “Why doesn’t she call?” Her heart races, the thrum vibrates in her ears. “Where is she? God, I’m so sorry. I hope she’s all right.” Michelle tilts her head to the nightstand; a half glass of wine lies next to an empty bottle. Her eyes dig into the red numbers on her clock, 3:13 AM.Michelle’s shaky hand reaches for the wineglass. The phone rings, disturbing the beat of her thumping heart. Her mouth opens, the cigarette sticks to her lip for a moment, and the bu...
Perfect Tyler
CW: suicideTheo shoved me to the ground, “Nice clothes, nerd” he laughed. Behind him, his two cronies laughed and I scowled at them.“Where’d you find them?www.onedoor.cc The dumpster?”More laughter.“Hey! Leave him alone!”I looked up and saw Tyler running over. Tyler was six-feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. A star footballer and the most popular kid in school. Theo snorted, “What are you gonna do, pretty boy?”Tyler didn’t back down, “You really wanna find out?”He towered over Theo. It was a minute of staring before Theo stepped back. “Fine,” he said, then looked at me and said, “I’ll see if my grand...
When I Remember
Harry Lambert’s eyes are red. They are not usually red, but today he is afraid that if he doesn’t type 1,000 words by dinnertime something bad will happen. Something always bad is being done to Harry Lambert in his head.“Sir, someone is at the door”. He ignores the voice, and his neck shaped like a crane, inches closer to the bright screen.“Sir!” The voice persists, just like it persisted yesterday, standing on the threshold of his study, here in Grosvenor Corner, Apartment 13、 Harry Lambert loves two things the most: His computer and the number 13; he might be an unhappy man but he is not a s...
The Invisible Murder
“Start from the beginning.”I sigh and turn back the needle of time to… what time was it? I almost chuckle. I was so desperately watching the clock tick by and now I can barely remember what it said. Nine o’clock, I think. I try to remember everything exactly as it was. Any small detail could help, could be the distant tapping sound or the odd stain on a shirt or the scrap of paper that cracks open the case. I know that. I’ve read the books.“It happened around 9 PM. I was sitting in the security centre, doing my job when a man walked across the camera on the fifth floor. He was just walking dow...