Her Stolen Voice, Chapter One

Five years later Hektor DuStarke has promised that tonight’s job is big, and we all know what that means. A bunch of his men and women waving their hands desperately, hoping, praying to be called. It’s not just because we get paid well afterwards. It’s because of his lavish feasts after big jobs. I can … Continue reading Her Stolen Voice, Chapter One

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Help me choose a story, part two

So, I have a dilemma. My second story idea is in the lead with two votes. Problem is, I don't really have a plan for it. Now, the third story on the other hand, I've had stuck in my head for a while. So here are two excerpts from the stories. They're shorter than they … Continue reading Help me choose a story, part two

Traces, Part Nine

You would probably expect my jaw to drop to the floor at such a declaration. I mean, they did just say they think they know who the murder is, right? Wrong. I don’t believe them at all. Why should I? There are such false claims all the time, I’m not gonna believe every single one … Continue reading Traces, Part Nine

Traces, Part Seven

I think I regain consciousness when everything is shaking and bouncing. The world is really fuzzy though. I hear a lot of people talking and fussing, and the sound of machinery. My eyelids flutter open. There are a lot of faces and flashing lights that are bright enough to make me visibly cringe. An ambulance. … Continue reading Traces, Part Seven

Traces, Part 3

The text Sammy sends me only reads: I think I have a link. I can only guess what this means. Me: What are u talking about? Sammy: Between Angela and Jack's deaths. And now Whitney's. I groan and roll my eyes, lifting my phone to my forehead. Ever since Whitney Johnson died (drowning herself in a … Continue reading Traces, Part 3