 | Revenge - Jul 12, 2008 by mikes_goddess1,689 words, short story catharsis on paper. another cautionary tale - For my second husband - Cary.  $1.00 | Excerpt“I want my life back.” The words replayed in her mind. Three years later, the divorce papers came. Mia held them, smiling. She had only seen her ex husband a few times since he’d been gone. He wanted his life back, but he had taken hers. His laziness had caused her health to fail. His lies had caused her to lose a child. She’d given up her education to work to pay for his. She wanted her life back too. |
| by mikes_goddess923 words, short story occult. a cautionary tale. $1.00 | ExcerptVictoria sat quietly stringing beads; Over and over she beaded the pattern...three garnet, three hematite, three pearls, one silver, three amethysts, three citrine, three clear quartz, one silver, three rose quartz, three bloodstone, three smoky quartz... ”If you make it, they will come...” |
| Death - Jul 12, 2008 by mikes_goddess391 words, short story occult. What happens when the Grim Reaper Retires?. $1.00 | Excerpt13 lights...Alone in the darkness, Prudence concentrated on one of the 13 lights around her. Despite the chill, her nakedness didn't phase her. In fact, she was oblivious to everything except the lights. The Footman liked it that way... He watched from the shadows. He'd done this job nearly forever, his predecessor long since retired and enjoying his "life" in the after world. There were days that he wanted to ignore his job. Some people were just unprepared for him. He hated the begging. He had |
| by mikes_goddess58,201 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.... $2.00 | ExcerptNinth Circuit Court 10:20 A.M. “Please state your name for the record.” Gillian began. “Milicent Parkins,” The spinsterly lady sat prim, proper and completely erect. “And you do what for a living?” Gillian continued with the basics. “I am a professor of linguistics at Duke University and the chair for their languages program.” She replied with an obvious air of authority. “I also hold a Master’s degree in Ancient Religions and History.” “And you are connected with this investigation in what... |
| by mikes_goddess59,769 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.... $2.00 | ExcerptInternal Affairs Bureau 12:00 P.M. “Wait a minute,” Louie grabbed Tim by the arm before he could open the door. “Think before you go in there. You are pissed. I am pissed. But exactly what are you going to do in there besides put more heat on all of us and possibly get yourself fired?” “Carter Parker made my life hell because I would not take the shit detail like all the other newbies.” Tim replied. “And I promised him that if he did anything else to me after I left that I would make him live to |
| by mikes_goddess48,651 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.... $2.00 | ExcerptCounty Jail 4:45 P.M. “We just missed him,” Louie called out to Nick as she rushed toward them in the parking lot. “I have worse news.” Nick began hastily. “He saw Oscar yesterday and Oscar told Jeremy to go back to Paris.” “Shit!” Louie swore. “No time for that.” Nick stopped Louie’s temper cold. “You and Denny head on to Jeremy’s place in Columbia. I sent Tina and the new guy over to Oscar’s.” “New guy?” Louie asked suspiciously. Nick knew she would never get it past him that easily. “We will. |
| by mikes_goddess50,575 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.... $2.00 | ExcerptCharleston County Jail 5:30 P.M. Oscar smiled cruelly as he listened to the voice on the other end of the receiver. He held his hand up to the glass. "Are you sure?" He asked. He listened for a while more and began to laugh. "I will get my sacrifice..." His voice trailed off. "I love you so." The big man with no conscience and no heart allowed himself one lone tear. He sat down the phone and watched the strikingly beautiful man in priest's garb on the other end of the phone walk away. |
| by mikes_goddess41,766 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.. $2.00 | ExcerptScott and Silver sat nude, cross-legged in the middle of the bed holding hands. "You have to learn to listen to your body.” Silver spoke in a soft calm tone. "Close your eyes." she continued. Scott did as she asked. Silver was silent for a moment or two. When she finally spoke, Silver's voice wove its way into Scott's consciousness like a single golden thread, tying the loose thoughts together. "Describe what you feel." Scott wasn't quick to speak. “I feel the softness of the comforter... |
| by mikes_goddess49,926 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.. $2.00 | ExcerptThe Home Of Oscar De La Venta 11:30 P.M. The big man carefully filled the small syringe. Three drops of this, two drops of that; just a little was enough. Steve Madison was finished toying with Oscar De La Venta. Oscar wasn’t sure who Steve Madison was. As far as he could find, the man didn’t exist. But he had finally spoken with him so he knew that Steve was for real. He carefully resheathed the syringe and put it inside the black box with the silver pentagram necklace. “If I must be cheated... |
| by mikes_goddess39,163 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.. $2.00 | ExcerptGrace Willows Memorial Hospital 4:25 P.M. Louie and Scott stood on either side of Mr. Caravelle’s bed. The old man was scribbling furiously on a notepad. He handed it to Scott. “He says that Oscar cut his tongue out for talking to us. He cut it up in front of him and that was what was burning in the pot along with something he called ‘Devil’s Dung’.” Mr. Caravelle motioned for the pad and Scott handed it back to him. Again Mr. Caravelle scribbled and handed it back to Scott. “Oscar isn’t a... |
| by mikes_goddess38,551 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer.. $2.00 | ExcerptLt. Johnson’s Office 2:10 P.M. "Well Scott, while you've been taking lessons from the prince of darkness," Nick teased him. "Louie got identification on our second victim. So what did you learn?" "That this will be the hardest undercover work that I'll ever do," Scott said. "And that Mains is a soft touch. He didn't even put a fight when I asked him to run extended tox screens on the victims." "I'm not as soft a touch." Nick put her hands on her hips. "The victims bled to death." "It's twelve... |
| by mikes_goddess27,793 words, chapter murder mystery. Southern Detectives chase psychopathic occult killer. $2.00 | ExcerptChapter One Anderson Heights Baptist Church December 5th 3:30 A.M. "Why don't murderers work normal hours like the rest of us?" Louie Vega climbed the steps of the old church. The cold and damp did not agree with him. At fifty-two, he was still tall, muscled and strong but the chill made his bones ache. He pushed the graying black hair out of his eyes. Louie hated being woke up out of a sound sleep for a stiff. "If they did," Scott chuckled. "Our jobs wouldn't be so glamorous." Scott Nolan... |
