Microfiction
Ending the Cycle. Content Warning.
For Rachel Farrell, it was an arduous journey. The evidence was all over her, as all she had on her person was blood, which wasn't hers. Other than that, Rachel was naked as the day is long, but despite the snowy climate, the shivers were minimal. Rachel wasn't focused on the low temperature as she staggered back to her house. The only thing on her mind was that it was over.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
Discipulcide
"Excellent work! Just spectacular!" Kristen Boyle's exclamation was in regards to her pupil, Tracey Goodman, who had been under Kristen's tutelage for over a week. Tracey had dreams of becoming an author; she had her first book halfway done, but that was the point where writer's block set in. She learned about Kristen via an online ad, which Tracey answered immediately, as she couldn't pass up the chance of being taught by a famous author.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
Cold-Blooded
"Hello, I am police captain Sabrina Masters. As you know, this case is personal to me, but I have spent 19 years dealing with gripping cases like this, and I see no difference here. The victim is my husband, Richard Masters, who was found dead in the bedroom. The last person to see him alive was this woman, Joyce Randall, who suddenly disappeared without a trace. If you have any information about the whereabouts of Ms. Randall, please contact us."
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pursuit
Monica's heart was racing. She didn't expect to be found out at a crowded nightclub, but she was, and she raced out of there in a flash. Monica walked as fast as she could, but it seemed like the pursuit was still continuing. It wasn't far between the club and the building she lived in, and Monica managed to enter the building and make it safely in the elevator.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
A Devious Heist
Tamara Dawson couldn't believe what she had done. Even as she drove away from the bank, she couldn't believe what she had done. It wasn't until she returned home and removed her mask that the reality had set. The bank she left: she had just robbed it.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Only Way
They did it. They actually did it. The group planned this for so many months, and they didn't know if they'd actually pull it off. After all, it was quite heavily guarded and always on display. The chances of actually succeeding at this were infinitesimal at best!
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
