“You were supposed to be dead,” a bystander screams glaring at my formerly lifeless body resurrect from the ground. “I feel like it,” I mumble, patting my hands over my chest taking stock of my body. I think I’m ok. But how? When someone shoots you in the chest, you’re usually not ok. I lookContinue reading “The Chump”
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The Case of the Deadly Dreams
Night 1 There he was laying on the kitchen floor. Next to him was the cast iron frying pan. But what happened? Who could have done this? I was sleeping; did I hear something? Barefooted, I ran toward the front door in my nightgown. It was still locked. Confused, I scurried around the house lookingContinue reading “The Case of the Deadly Dreams”