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The treading of the winepress.
Love, is a trifling thing. It is a painful process of learning how to empathize with another’s flaws, to understand the wisdom of another’s reasoning, to be patient towards the quirkiness of another's character, and to have the heart to help another, rather than be helped. Alas, love many times over, is used as a tool to manipulate another, a leash to control another victim, a means to an end. So it was with many men who fell prey to the bright eyes and the red lips of a seductress of the nightfall. A vampire in the guise of an innocent creature. A demon, masquerading as an angel of light.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Criminal
VANISHED part 2
The door looked bleak, situated in a bleak and dark stone building in a decidedly bleak corner of London. Tippy Ravenscourt took one last drag from her cigarette and stomped on it angrily. She could not believe she let her uncle talk her into doing this. The sky was steel grey, heavy with yet unspilled rain, a storm seemed to be brewing on the horizon.
By Vera Finch5 years ago in Criminal
The Cursed Film Part 3
The world literally turned on its side. Nausea brewed in my gut. I ran over to the kitchen sink and stuck my face under the tap and slurped. After a few draughts I cupped my hands and buried my face in cold water. It helped; the wrenching in my stomach subsided.
By Michael Z. Atrata5 years ago in Criminal
Broken Down Justice
The car only had a few hundred meters to drift, the engine had dies not far from the emergency layby on the M6 motorway, but it was still going to be touch and go if it would make it. He did not want to be left stranded in a lane, so he willed the car forward, just that little further.
By Simon Booker5 years ago in Criminal
The Last Time
The rain tapped against the window like small fingers trying to get her attention. Her thoughts could not be disturbed, not tonight. She took a pull on her Marlboro Menthol. The action made her wince from the pain in her now swollen left cheek. The pain made her think. She didn't like that. It made her look back at the last time, and when that happened she couldn't help but question herself. “Why did I not leave after the last time?” What was it that made me stay after the last time” He had promised her that it was the last time.
By Karl Pinnock5 years ago in Criminal
Bathed in Blood
Chapter 2 - Missing Note: I have never found writing to be an easy venture. To write about an event so many years after its occurrence means that I have to rely on memory. Writing about my past is also something foreign to my normally humble attitude to life. However, stories sometimes need to be told, for many reasons. In this case the facts are diminished by using only my memory rather than applying for access to the case files.
By Allan Warren5 years ago in Criminal
Bathed in blood
Bathed in Blood Chapter 1 Should one believe in the twilight zone, a situation that is characterized by being mysterious? Do we have connections with people early in our life that somehow reconnects later in life? Such has been the circumstance in my life. A connection with people that have revisited me in a different way.
By Allan Warren5 years ago in Criminal
