Crime

i found this in me

It was a dark, cold, night.
A man in a black great coat walked briskly into the middle of a deserted road.
Then, he leaned down and felt the pulse of a man lying on the floor.

Smattercrash, glass shattered, left your hand,
projectile at the cooker – and turning round that twisted
grin, that ‘see’ , that
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She walked across the school car park towards the red Micra. It was a mild October evening but a fresh wind had blown up in the last half an hour.

After we got back from the crime scene, I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands. There were some days, like today, were I just couldn’t take my job.

The headache started before I even walked into the building. Maybe it was because I walked three blocks without any food, the sun blazed down on my back, or that it was the middle of July.

Trusting a person is difficult - but trusting the wrong one can be deadly.

You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story.

There are monsters all around us.

we nearly met,leaving mere hints
of subtle reflected connections;
that longed to delicately linger.
she smiled, with no conditions;
Nor hiding her near raw hunger.

Murder in suburbia.

I've just invented money;
Stuff that's hard to see.
It's legal and it's tradable,
I grow it on a tree!
The tree of course is fiction.
It's fruit is shiny wrapped.
To show the dim investor

Our inhumanity to each other - what kind of societies for the future?

So do we seek love from the heart by shooting each other in the chest?
'Cause I'll be damned if we're seen as criminals at the best

She’s my twin, Rene. But we are not identical. For one, Rene’s voice is much higher than mine.
I also hate dolls.

guard-turrets
every fifty feet, barbed wire
christening the top

“Why are you standing out here in the rain Jimmy?” I was just leaving work for my lunch break, hoping for some peace away from my stupid boss, who still hung around like a bad smell insisting I ge

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Nancy tells what she knows.

Will the killer be discovered?