Crystal Cane
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In Case of Emergency . Content Warning.
Fran was 45, a single mom of 3 and exhausted. It seemed like every time she would try to find a way to get out of some shit, well ya know the saying, “if it ain’t one thing it’s another.” She was working double overtime at the hospital, braiding hair out her kitchen, delivery driving and selling feet pics online. To anybody else that would seem like a hustlers mentality, but in all actuality, this was Fran pushing herself way past the limits of being a hustler, she felt like a slave to her own circumstances. Tommy was a great husband, at first. He was always working and helping with the kids, and then one day he just…didn’t. He didn’t go to work, he didn’t help with the kids, he just left. Now granted everything wasn’t all sunshine and roses, but he’ll whose relationship is? And it wasn’t her fault. That last baby, Fran told Tommy, I see things getting a little more difficult coming soon, I can’t be on my feet all the time like I was with last pregnancy, I have to take a maternity leave. He acted like he was ok with that, but his actions proved otherwise. Legally they are still married, but he’s been gone for 3 years, Fran started out being worried and concerned and heartbroken. She posted missing signs everywhere in the neighborhood. She rallied up friends and family member and neighbors and started a search party after the police wouldnt help. Saying that “Tommy is a grown man, maybe he just needed sometime alone..”. They never found not one clue to lead to his whereabouts , alive or dead. Now she was sitting at the kitchen table, looking over bills, thinking to herself, “I hope the motherfucker is dead..at least we’d get some insurance money.” She chuckled to herself a little bit, but then, that thought really started to run around in her head. “If he is dead, wouldn’t you have been notified by now? That motherfucker ain’t dead, he’s laid up with some hooker with no kids…but he loves the kids. Wouldn’t he come back for the kids? Why would he just leave and not even say anything? We could’ve talked about it, we could’ve worked it out…unless..” Her swirled with thoughts, good and bad. She sat there staring off into space..Fran’s chest tightened. Her eyes drifted to the junk drawer—past the rubber bands, the takeout menus, the old hospital badge she hadn’t worn since the night everything went sideways. The night Tommy showed up at her job unannounced. The night security escorted someone out in handcuffs, and she signed paperwork she never read because she was eight months pregnant, swollen, exhausted, and just wanted to go home.
By Crystal Cane14 days ago in Psyche
The Relic in the Wood. Content Warning.
The night Tracie Harp was born, the moon sat heavy and red over the small Virginia town. Her mother remembered the screams of owls in the woods, the broken glass that fell from the nursery window for no reason, and the sudden cold that blanketed the house like frost.
By Crystal Cane4 months ago in Horror
Worth The Wait . Content Warning.
“Damn, it’s dark out here,” Monica whispered to herself as she walked down the narrow street connecting to Washington. She was about 60 seconds away from the old church where Rami was supposed to meet her. But the closer she got, the worse her gut felt—this whole thing was starting to seem like a bad idea. Still, it was too late to turn back now.
By Crystal Cane6 months ago in Chapters
Scary Christmas Everyone. Content Warning.
It was a cold, brisk night in December. That wasn’t unusual in Oklahoma, but tonight felt different. The frigid wind carried an eerie edge, as if the air itself was whispering warnings. Janet glanced at Nathan. He sat on the patio bench, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, silent, just as he had been for the past three hours. Maybe that’s why it felt so cold—because he was so cold.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Horror
Worth The Wait Part9. Content Warning.
Rami reclined in his office chair, idly twirling a set of Baoding balls in his left hand. Things were finally falling into place for him at the department. He had held the position of lead detective for over a year now, forging connections with colleagues both clean and corrupt, who had shown him the ins and outs of playing the game. Playing dirty never deterred Rami; if anything, it emboldened him. His father, a man well-acquainted with bending the law, had once told him, “Sometimes you’ve got to play the hand you’re dealt. And sometimes, you keep a few extra cards for leverage.” It was a lesson he never forgot. There were moments when he longed to stop looking over his shoulder, but the power had a way of consuming him. Each passing day made him feel more… untouchable.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
Worth The Wait Part8
Monica sat quietly in the back seat for a few moments longer after Crystal drove away with who she presumed to be Cane. She adjusted her skirt and slowly crawled into the driver’s seat. Letting out a deep sigh, followed by a bitter chuckle, she shook her head. It wasn’t surprising, really—she always seemed to want things she couldn’t have. Why should this be any different?
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
Worth The Wait Part7. Content Warning.
“Damn, Monica. I never realized you were a functioning alcoholic!” Crystal let out a small laugh and took her shot of whiskey. She winced and placed her glass down on the bar top. Monica finished her shot and wiped the liquor from her bottom lip.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Filthy
Worth the Wait Part6
Crystal already knew what type of Pandora’s box she would potentially be opening by making this phone call, but she couldn’t worry about that right now. All she could think about was confirming or denying Cane’s involvement in this cartel mess. She swallowed the nervous ball in her throat and made the call to her ex, Rami Blackwell lead detective of the police department. They had dated for about three years, but that was over five years ago. There was no bad blood between them; things just didn’t work out with them actively pursuing their careers. They just didn’t have time to work on building their relationship. She hadn’t talked to him in a while, but she was willing to face the awkwardness for some information.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
In the MEANtime. Content Warning.
Ya know, the more I think about it… I never had these problems as an adolescent. I mean, of course, I had my cycle, but the hormones, good God, the hormones… they were never like this. At the most, maybe I would crave something sweet or just want to be left alone. But now? Oh, now I get downright mean! And most times I don’t show it, but I feel my fucking blood boiling (and not the blood that’s coming out of me). But seriously, every little thing just pisses me off, and it’s like… well, shit, I guess I’m in the meantime. This normally happens right before the cycle begins.
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Humor
