Tag: murder

  • Waterfalls

    Photo by MUHAMMAD KAMRAN KHAN on Unsplash  I knew hiding behind the waterfall was the only place I would be safe.  He thought I had never learned how to swim, but that was not the only lie I had told him.  I had been trying to get out from under his clutches for years and this might be the break I…

  • Downpour

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  Looking out the window at the constant downpour, I knew I had made the right decision.  George would never be able to follow me in the rain as he could if the sun was shining brightly.  I needed to get as far away from London as I could, as fast…

  • Bingo

    I always thought my grandma won her extra money playing bingo with her friends.  She was always in the newest clothes, the newest fashion, paid her bills early and regularly had maintenance done on her car.  As she often played bingo (or at least told us she was off to bingo), I had never once…

  • The Future

    “Well, I didn’t see that coming,” I said as I watched my car sink deeper into the pond.  I glanced sideways as Suzy and almost laughed as her jaw seemed to be edging closer to the asphalt.  I knew I shouldn’t be so happy about my car sinking into a pond, but I knew I would…

  • Repulsed

    I was completely repulsed by the stranger immediately.  There was something about his swagger that triggered me.  It kind of reminded me of how my neighbor walked and even though he was cleared of any wrongdoing by a technicality, I was pretty sure he did murder his wife.  Stacy “disappeared” two days after I heard…

  • The Therapist

    For whatever reason, the therapist’s office looked familiar as soon as I walked in.  Up until that very moment, I had been under the impression I had never been to therapy before in my life.  My parents had never been ones to share their feelings very often and in return, neither did I.  But there…

  • The Tortoise

  • On Purpose

    “I know she did it on purpose.  There is no other reason as to why this happened. I just need to know – what are you going to do about it?” Kallie crossed her arms and stared at me. And I stared back in disbelief. I honestly had no idea of what she was talking…

  • The Cemetery

    With every move my family made, I was sure to search out the nearest cemetery. Cemeteries were the only place I felt at home. Mainly due to the fact they were the same no matter where I lived. I often made up stories about the names and families I found in cemeteries. What were their…

  • The Coffee Shop

    The moment I walked into the coffee shop, I knew it was where I would write my bestselling novel. Within twenty minutes, I had heard so much juicy gossip, I knew who, where and when my characters would live, work and who they were married to. I put on headphones so those who were around…