The Tortured Soul

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

The Touch of Someone who Cares

James sat staring into the green eyes of his mask, thinking back to when he could see the world and all of its colors. Sherrill sniffed and wiped her eyes again, looking across to the ruthless murderer lying down in her house; she couldn’t quite put her finger on how she felt about him. He had... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 9, 2004

A Dull Gray World

Sherrill nodded as James finished telling her about his self education. Thinking of what to say next, she was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone beeping in the corner of the room. She looked over at it, then back at James, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her. Slowly she stood up and walked... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 8, 2004

Confused Justice

Sherrill shook her head in disbelief, “For your parents?” James’ only reply was a nod. She continued, her voice becoming filled with emotion, “For your parents? You’re saying that you’ve killed 34 people, mercilessly slaughtered them in their homes, destroying everything they were and could have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 7, 2004

Beneath The Mask

The sound of a crackling fire slowly brought James back to consciousness. He kept his eyes closed for several minutes, just listening to the fire, trying to remember what had happened. He could remember peering through Sherrill's window, checking to make sure she was in bed. He remembered walking... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2004

The Last Mistake

Sherrill Jones sighed as she climbed into bed and turned off the lamp on her night stand. Leaning back and trying to get comfortable, she could feel the absence of her husband in their bed, as he was away on business. She lay on her side, watching the gentle swaying motion of the shadows cast... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 5, 2004

Deeper into Darkness

“It has been more than three weeks since Samuel and Margaret Abernathy were killed, marking the beginning of a violent string of murders, in which the Kentwood serial killer has claimed the lives of 20 victims in just 24 days. Whether this is the same killer than plagued the city 15 years ago, or a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 30, 2004

The First of Many

A warm fire crackled softly in a red brick fireplace, illuminating the living room as Samuel Abernathy sat quietly in his easy chair, reading the evening paper. His radio played quietly in corner, serenading the night as he hummed along with the music. Turning the page he began to read of the snow... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2004

The Search Begins

What happened over the next few years is a mystery to all, probably even to James. He was reported as missing by the police, and it was assumed he was kidnapped and murdered by the killer. In actuality, he survived, disappearing into the streets, living in a world most of us will never experience.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Brought to Life

The crisp night air bit at James’ cheeks, nose and ears as his mother carried him up the path to their house. James lay half asleep in his mother’s warm embrace, exhausted from a night of celebrating his fifth birthday. His father struggled with a mile high stack of gifts from family and friends,... Sign in to see full entry.

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This blog is named for the first story I posted here. Go back to the first post and read on from there if you are interested. Now it will be home to my other short stories, as I will most likely start a new one if I begin on another longer story. Big big big thanks to anyone and everyone who read James' story, your comments help to motivate me to keep on posting.

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