Meet Kiesha_Decision time_A Heaven on Hell_Anything but Elementary
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Meet Kiesha
Deidre was growing frustrated and scared. Marj was gone. She paced back and forth across the room. “Okay, okay, okay,” she said smacking herself on the side of the head. What do I need to do?. What haven’t I thought of? Where else do I need to look? Earlier:Something felt off when she woke up that morning. There was a strange quiet in her bedroom. She had overslept; which was unusual. It was 8:30. Marj always woke her up for her frosted cereal around 7 every morning. The seven year old was like an alarm clock that never had to be wound or set. Maybe she had tried to wake me,Deidre...
Decision time
“What I wouldn’t give to be that happy again,” Monika whispered, listening to the ripples of laughter coming from the staff room as her colleagues began their annual plans for their New Year’s Eve celebrations. Just thinking about it made her want to cry, even though they were on the cusp of a supposedly exciting, new decade. Life in Friedrichshain had been tough for the nineteen-year-old, made tougher still since her father’s escape. Following her mother’s death two years ago, her father had rediscovered his revolutionary zeal, spouting his opinions of the regime with an all too frequent r...
A Heaven on Hell
Night was beginning again and sure enough, an orangish, redlining began to strum the edges of a dusty horizon. Far off somewhere amid the endless miles of dunes walked a half-dead corpse, treading upon what so long ago thrived. But now in every direction, sand stretched across this barren wasteland, engulfing the so-called world few inhabited. What lived, killed, and what was killed, rotted alongside the souls of the living. Each grain of sand this corpse-like-traveler kicked up was one of sin and pain, a breeding ground for death and despair. And with each step one took echos from beneath str...
Anything but Elementary
“It’s elementary my dear Watson!” Det. Watson rolled his eyes. It was only the umpteenth time that he had heard that statement. “You know Sherlock never technically said that right?” He replied. “And besides, Watson was the doctor, remember?” “Who made you the Sherlock expert?” Det. Schwan asked rhetorically, but Det. Watson responded anyway.“Me, expert? Haha, yeah right.” The two departed their vehicle and entered the police station. They walked by the reception window and Det. Schwan punched a cwww.onedoor.ccode into a pin pad near an interior door. It beeped and the door clicked open. Down the hall and t...