Detective's Work
Briefing Room, 8:49 AM, 41st Precinct
Briefing Room, 8:49 AM, 41st Precinct
And then.. And then what he said tapping his pencil on his chin. He was almost done with the story, but just couldn’t figure out how to end it. It could’ve been a happy ending? A mysterious ending? Or maybe just a cliffhanger?
The Witching Hour (short story)
Lily stared at the other wards at the table. It was strange to think that she would never see them again. Well, she would, but it wouldn’t be the same.
The Line is not what you would call “beautiful”, hence the name. The material it's built with reflects the desert and the sky, taking away from its unnaturality.
1715 Hours. Tom Matt Private Eye’s Office
~Don’t be a Mark~
The Girl
I saw her today and stopped her.
She has brown eyes. She is the best. My best friend, QQQ-1239. I shifted uncomfortably in front of her.
Business.
Business.
Business.
Please.
Please.
Please.
I hadn’t been planning on saying it. Everyone’s words were a secret only to them, but to my knowledge, people always said things like sorry, safety, love, remember, or hope.
Death.
Death.
Death.
It fills the air with it’s ominous hold, chills my bones with a sense of numbness I didn’t think possible before.
Dresses.
Dresses.
Dresses.