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Saturn in Retrograde I 1:8
Part 2 Eight What we have not made clear in the preceding narrative was a peculiar series of events that led up to the tragedy that was the cornerstone of the national headlines. What happened was terrible enough, but can anyone doubt that the fact that some one as young as little Lindsey Lavender was involved made it all the more ironic, and horrifying? Lindsey had been sleeping peacefully, innocently; her dreams a reflection of the distortions of the day. In her dreams she was often accompanied by a friendly Dwarf she thought of affectionately as "Skimmy." Skimmy was little, cute, and had a wagging dwarf beard. Skimmy could walk through walls, talk to animals, and do all sorts of things that real dwarfs obviously cannot. So let’s establish the fact, from the get-go, that Skimmy is not some form of supernatural intervention.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Legacy
Austin and Jason Cade were brothers. Like most brothers, they quarreled, Austin was the older brother, and he always looked out for Jason. This obviously created animosity, it was never anything past a brief fist fight or a shouting match.
By Mark Cannon Jr.5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Joseph Stevens watched Kevin sitting on the bench in the middle of the park. The young man fed some birds hopping around his feet. The scene irked him tremendously. A woman who pushed her toddler around in a three-wheeled stroller waved to him in a friendly greeting. The sheriff was not in a pleasant mood. He was tired of seeing Kevin wandering about in the town as if nothing were wrong with it. He turned his car to the curb and stepped out with a measure of agitation.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
What is this.. feeling?
I just feel like killing. Smashing someone's head open on the wet concrete. To watch them bleed from their skull. Their blood seeping into the concrete, staining it red.
By Lynda Rose5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER 11 Paul steered his pickup into the driveway of Mark’s house. He withdrew a small bottle of pills out of his shirt pocket and placed them into the glove box. He then slowly opened the door and stepped out. As he began to move away from his pickup, Terri approached from the house. She quickly sensed he was in better spirits that morning.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Past Brother Jamie walked among the children playing on the front lawn surrounding the south and east corner of First Baptist Church of Pine Springs. It was obvious that the pastor liked children. He smiled and patted some of them on the head. He approached Kevin, then only eight years old, who had a model of a church that he had assembled from pop sickle sticks. The little boy was showing his creation to some other children.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Kevin hesitated just outside of the front doors as he studied the wood frame in detail. A decade had passed since he had last walked through them. He still could not fathom the amount of decay he observed in the flaking paint and graying exposed wood. The state of the trim of the doors was not the real reason he hesitated. Apprehension from a repressed, painful memory kept him motionless. He reached for the handle, expecting the doors to be locked.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Discord
"Susan, is my coffee done yet?" Susan emptied the coffee filter into the compost bin and added David's low-fat cream and sugar. The sounds of the fridge opening and spoon-clinking-against-mug could have answered his question alone, but Susan knew he'd get pissy if she didn't answer him. He was always pissy.
By Valerie Short5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Paul turned into the driveway of the small farmhouse on the outskirts of town. When he opened the door to his truck, Tina and Dianna rushed out of the house, a modest frame, and slammed the screen door behind them.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Kevin Fletcher sat on the edge of the bunk and waited; his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. A nervous twisted knot roiled within his gut. The thin mattress, already stripped bare, reeked of stale blood, emesis, and urine. He gazed up at the bars to his cell, now closed for his protection, instead of imprisoning him within. He was unaware of the approaching footsteps, and instead, dwelt on the feeling of dread that encroached from beyond the prison walls. The jangle of keys stirred him from his thoughts, and he looked up as Jordon Brown approached his cell door with two other guards at his side.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
PRESENT Pine Springs seemed eerily quiet compared to the hustle of prison life the day Kevin returned to his hometown. A city worker stood on a ladder next to a light pole installing Easter decorations. The passenger bus came into view at the far end of Main Street, which ran through the center of town. The worker waved to the bus as it approached, and the driver honked as he passed by. The bus continued onward toward the other end of Main Street where the Texaco gas station sat.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Thin clouds were all that remained of the showers that had passed through earlier in the day. Puddles of water sat in depressions on the street and under some ancient trees surrounding the cemetery. A gentle breeze shook the remaining drops of rain from the leaves on the trees here and there, causing ripples to dance across the surface of the water. Kevin stood in the warm morning sun above Carla’s grave. There was still a hint of pain in his eyes and voice as he began to speak as if she was right there with him.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal