Angel Whelan
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Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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The Sentinel. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Sheriff Myers pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to crush the hangover into submission. Damn it, he’d been doing so well! He’d made it more than six months this time, got the AA chip to prove it. Then he’d switched on the news last night, and seen Grayson Collier’s smug murderous face plastered all over it, and that was that. Goodbye sobriety, hello waking up on the kitchen floor this morning with no idea how he’d got there.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Criminal
Totem
Pip. Pip. Pip. He swung the detector in slow arcs over the freshly turned earth. The gentle stirrings of a country morning washed over the field; thrushes singing in the hedgerows, the distant thrum of a tractor. He couldn’t hear it with his headphones on, only the incessant buzz of static electricity and the infernal pip of the detector.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Momma's Boy
Momma says I’ve always been different than the other kids. Before the accident, she says I was a real smarty-pants – good at numbers, and I could write proper. Knew all the presidents and states. Of course, I don’t remember none of that. I was nine when it happened.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Say My Name
I made it to the street this time. My feet burned as I traipsed through the slushy gray ice. The wind whipped around me, numbing my ears and tearing at my nightdress with icy fingers. I turned left, though the darkness had me disorientated… no longer sure which way would take me home. If home even existed anymore. At any rate, it didn’t matter, because within minutes I was captured.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Deadly Justice
“The ratings don’t lie – we’re losing viewers by the thousands each week. If it keeps up we’ll be off air for good!” Kramer paced up and down like a raging bull in front of the team, the effect somewhat weakened when he paused to check out his own reflection mid-strop.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Eat The Rich
The Inter-Galactic Review Board were looking over the latest candidates for admittance into the Universal Alliance of Higher Beings. They were running somewhat behind schedule, a recent influx in intelligent life from within the Milky Way galaxy all meeting the criteria within the span of a few Millenia.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
CeeCee
I was only four when it happened. I remind myself of that, when I can’t sleep at night – how little I was. I want to think that I was innocent, but the darkness drags me down. Some days it fills me completely, my blood thrumming through my veins like the somber drumbeat at an execution. Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Death of the School Librarian
I haven’t thought about it in twenty years. I guess I blanked it from my mind – it was easier to forget than to wonder what really happened that day. I wish I could put it aside forever, but now it gnaws at me, keeping me awake until the small hours, forcing me to type out my version of the events.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
