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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 03/20/2017
Part 1- Short Story – Cold Case
On a clear night, no sound, air was crisp as an autumn leaf. He got home late from work, as she was already supposed to be in bed. He felt a sudden cold air shift across his shoulders when he put his hands on the door knob. It was always locked but tonight... it was. He stepped in and called her name stumbling upon each word as his eyes glazed across the room. There was objects in each four walled room but it felt as it was empty with no sense of life. Hit boots were heavy enough that it made an echo after each step made. He itched the side of his beard sounding like sand paper after each nail dig under his skinned. He walked into the kitchen opening the fridge door quickly but steadily reaching in for a mountain frosted beer. The nose of a faint women rested heavily in the air as his eyebrow twitched causing him to be curious. In sudden shock his hand lost feeling causing him to drop his beer letting the glass shatter across the ridged marble flooring he built in summer of ’09. He lets his feet glide one after another heading to the master bedroom allowing him to have fear tremble through his body. His eyes are hazed with the dense air in the house. His right hand was shifted across the bumpy white wall noticing paint chips then he felt a liquid that lingered the smell of blood. He had hard time reading but he knows how to read by touch. It was all a blur... it was just a puddle of blood lying against the wall as if someone was stabbed or beaten against it. He kept walking then soon enough his knees met his king size bed. He kneeled down allowing himself to have a feel of the environment he has encountered. His hand slips under the covers a little feeling a body that’s ice cold wondering to himself if it was lifeless… if it was his love. Under seconds he glided his hand up to her inner thigh remembering what her body was like the first time. The feeling of her birthmark was printed onto his index finger knowing it was her. Not knowing for sure he glided to the edge of her hip. It was her. The scar of August 2014. They were going on a trip proving their parents the love was meant to be. Once they hit the highway a semi had hit the driver side. He was on that side letting his head meant with the window and his arm strapped across her saving her from the impact. The glass caused his blindness. The glass was sharpened at each corner that it left its presences in his eye. When moving his hand back quickly letting his torso rise his finger slipped across something razor sharped. He felt blood drip after each drop knowing there was a little puddle along the sheets. As he slowly moved back he bumped into something not knowing if it was someone. His head bounced back causing an impact not to sudden but enough to have him loose motion. Soon as he hits the floor he heard a soft raspy voice saying welcome home. Slowly he tries to get up letting him group everything that he has countered together. He thought in his head who is here? Who is laying in our bed? Am I alone? Letting his hand reach up till he meets a face he says why? His rough skin hit her jawline slowly rubbing it saying what’s going on. Behind her was a man with a deep voice that could cause objects to shake. Under the stranger's voice the words came out saying you’re not welcomed anymore. The blood was clotted but a little was left on her jaw line. He choked up saying leave us alone. She then after says I know. She leans up heading backwards toward the dresser getting one of the knives that was bedded in the room. He then mumbles to the stranger why are you here? She interprets we know about your encounter with your mistress. He gulps then the stranger says I’m here to take you away letting his knees drop in front of him letting the pocket knife hit across his beard a couple times. Then the man laughs a little causing the words to forcefully come out, please do.
Cold Case(RaiAnna)
Part 1- Short Story – Cold Case
On a clear night, no sound, air was crisp as an autumn leaf. He got home late from work, as she was already supposed to be in bed. He felt a sudden cold air shift across his shoulders when he put his hands on the door knob. It was always locked but tonight... it was. He stepped in and called her name stumbling upon each word as his eyes glazed across the room. There was objects in each four walled room but it felt as it was empty with no sense of life. Hit boots were heavy enough that it made an echo after each step made. He itched the side of his beard sounding like sand paper after each nail dig under his skinned. He walked into the kitchen opening the fridge door quickly but steadily reaching in for a mountain frosted beer. The nose of a faint women rested heavily in the air as his eyebrow twitched causing him to be curious. In sudden shock his hand lost feeling causing him to drop his beer letting the glass shatter across the ridged marble flooring he built in summer of ’09. He lets his feet glide one after another heading to the master bedroom allowing him to have fear tremble through his body. His eyes are hazed with the dense air in the house. His right hand was shifted across the bumpy white wall noticing paint chips then he felt a liquid that lingered the smell of blood. He had hard time reading but he knows how to read by touch. It was all a blur... it was just a puddle of blood lying against the wall as if someone was stabbed or beaten against it. He kept walking then soon enough his knees met his king size bed. He kneeled down allowing himself to have a feel of the environment he has encountered. His hand slips under the covers a little feeling a body that’s ice cold wondering to himself if it was lifeless… if it was his love. Under seconds he glided his hand up to her inner thigh remembering what her body was like the first time. The feeling of her birthmark was printed onto his index finger knowing it was her. Not knowing for sure he glided to the edge of her hip. It was her. The scar of August 2014. They were going on a trip proving their parents the love was meant to be. Once they hit the highway a semi had hit the driver side. He was on that side letting his head meant with the window and his arm strapped across her saving her from the impact. The glass caused his blindness. The glass was sharpened at each corner that it left its presences in his eye. When moving his hand back quickly letting his torso rise his finger slipped across something razor sharped. He felt blood drip after each drop knowing there was a little puddle along the sheets. As he slowly moved back he bumped into something not knowing if it was someone. His head bounced back causing an impact not to sudden but enough to have him loose motion. Soon as he hits the floor he heard a soft raspy voice saying welcome home. Slowly he tries to get up letting him group everything that he has countered together. He thought in his head who is here? Who is laying in our bed? Am I alone? Letting his hand reach up till he meets a face he says why? His rough skin hit her jawline slowly rubbing it saying what’s going on. Behind her was a man with a deep voice that could cause objects to shake. Under the stranger's voice the words came out saying you’re not welcomed anymore. The blood was clotted but a little was left on her jaw line. He choked up saying leave us alone. She then after says I know. She leans up heading backwards toward the dresser getting one of the knives that was bedded in the room. He then mumbles to the stranger why are you here? She interprets we know about your encounter with your mistress. He gulps then the stranger says I’m here to take you away letting his knees drop in front of him letting the pocket knife hit across his beard a couple times. Then the man laughs a little causing the words to forcefully come out, please do.
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