Arrested_Peripheral Senses_The Blood-Seed Killers_The Commute
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Arrested
I think I killed Elizabeth Warner. But it wasn’t my fault. I won’t get into it now; that’s a story for another time. I just thought I should tell you because Dr. Wagoner used to say I should always tell a fact about myself when first meeting someone, and then ask them to do the same. It would “break the ice,” she said. I don’t know what that means, but I trust Dr. Wagoner. She’s the only one who doesn’t judge me or look at me like I’m wrong inside. Actually, that’s not entirely true. There is one other person. Her name is Jenny and she doesn’t really know me except for the one time we locked e...
Peripheral Senses
TW: terrorismHer fingers are trembling when she presses the keys. Just three numbers, and for that she needs three tries. “911, what’s your emergency?” The familiar refrain from TV shows. Nothing she’s ever had to hear, herself, before. “This is an anowww.onedoor.ccnymous tip,” she says, feeling foolish, instantly. One doesn’t have to say their tip is anonymous. One merely doesn’t give one’s name. Lessons for a next time. “There are bombs in the Garden. Hurry. You must hurry. Get them out. There’s no time,” she says, her voice somewhere between a scream and a whisper. The images are flashing in her mind, e...
The Blood-Seed Killers
“ Hi my lovely followers, how’s your day going?” screeched a young woman looking into the camera attached to a selfie stick. “ Our day is fabulous. So the ‘ Jungle Geniuses’, that is us, are in Assam which is the home to the thickest rain forest in India”. She then covered her face with her palm and said, “ Do you guys see that shiny little thing on my finger? I am engaged to this philocalistic weirdo”. Sid added mockingly, “ Well only weirdos could love weirdos”. Aarya Nudged him with her elbow and grinned. He continued, “ We are here in search of a legendary cave that is fabled to house a hu...
The Commute
Gloria sat, engulfed in the darkness. The calm, quiet emptiness of the void made an easy backdrop for her to clear her mind. She slowly, steadily breathed in and out, relieving her mind of the endless traffic of her anxious thoughts. In the darkness of her cleared mind, the silence of the void was broken simply by the sound of footsteps. It was like watching an old movie where the sound of every step is audible, every click of every heel connecting to the ground beneath. Somewhere in the void of her consciousness, a stranger walked. It sounded like a businessman wearing his formal leather busi...