Thorn
Trapped
I met Death once beyond the veil, in the quiet place where souls lingered.

Crime Stories
Thorn
I met Death once beyond the veil, in the quiet place where souls lingered.
Thorn
MY EYES SHOT open as the alarm blared against the sun’s rays, forcing their way through the window. I reached for the clock, knocking over an empty glass before turning it off and sinking back into the mattress.
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AISLY PINES’ SHADOWS haunted me. Spirits danced around, fluttering with the leaves, begging me to solve life’s riddles. But I couldn’t. All I could do was stand in the copse and stare at her lifeless body.
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The stench radiated throughout the loft as the blaring sun shone through the industrial glass windows. White suits skated across the tiled floor, clashing with the suffocating darkness hovering over the apartment.
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Everything changed when my dad’s son showed up last week, bag in hand, asking to see his father.
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It started as a joke–a game–hide and seek. The first seeker, I found Shawna hiding in a bush.
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Timothy grasped onto the flashlight as I chiseled the stone. The light bounced around as his eyes searched the field.
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I left his body in the dugout behind Station Park–the one that was built during the last war.
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I stood under the street light as the wind howled.
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We once had icicle passion. Our hearts heard Winter’s voice breaking through the burning sun as it attempted to scorch our love.
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Escape, it’s crossed my mind. My suitcase rested under the bed.
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My attempt to get a reaction failed. She just sat there, flicking the spark wheel.