Lewis departed upstairs while I was left alone with the smell of dead flesh. It was not long before I went back to the living room; lurking around the furniture. Finding myself so drawn to their bodies as I looked back. I could see so many scenarios on what could have happened, but what got my attention the most is the older looking woman, presumably the wife of this man-had a her ring on while the man didn't. It was unusual to me; seeing these two partners who must be married: two kids, a ring on the ring finger and the house they were living in these were big signs of a married nuclear family to me. On the side of the room there was a fire
We drove along for a few minutes heading to our crime scene, the roads were icy, it was not snowing yet but it would soon. You could almost hear the wind whistle on the ice. I could see my glorious partner silently saying his words from the rear view mirror. Lewis does this thing where he imitates what he is going to say before he actually says it. It is a mindfulness thing he has been practising for past few months now. His words were like memories to him, he cherishes every word like he cherishes every breath and he refuses to mix-up his words and when he does, he tries to fix them but he also likes to forget about it so he can focus on t
D.M.S. / Chapter-1-First Recollection / Page 2 by Archangel537, literature
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D.M.S. / Chapter-1-First Recollection / Page 2
It was 5:23 am when I got the call. I was asleep after just finishing the last page to “The Poet” an hour earlier. Bzzzz bzzzz. My phone rang and with a child's patience I latched my hands around the phone to stop the noise. I could hear Bracks on the other line speaking to someone next to him before he decided to talk to me.
“Walker”
He was straight-forward in his speech, even after one word I could tell that he was going to rush this call for me to get dressed. “I'm here Bracks, what's happened” I said with slight nausea, groaning at the near excitement of whatever case he had for me. If there was any, th
We drove along for a few minutes heading to our crime scene, the roads were icy, it was not snowing yet but it would soon. You could almost hear the wind whistle on the ice. I could see my glorious partner silently saying his words from the rear view mirror. Lewis does this thing where he imitates what he is going to say before he actually says it. It is a mindfulness thing he has been practising for past few months now. His words were like memories to him, he cherishes every word like he cherishes every breath and he refuses to mix-up his words and when he does, he tries to fix them but he also likes to forget about it so he can focus on t
D.M.S. / Chapter-1-First Recollection / Page 2 by Archangel537, literature
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D.M.S. / Chapter-1-First Recollection / Page 2
It was 5:23 am when I got the call. I was asleep after just finishing the last page to “The Poet” an hour earlier. Bzzzz bzzzz. My phone rang and with a child's patience I latched my hands around the phone to stop the noise. I could hear Bracks on the other line speaking to someone next to him before he decided to talk to me.
“Walker”
He was straight-forward in his speech, even after one word I could tell that he was going to rush this call for me to get dressed. “I'm here Bracks, what's happened” I said with slight nausea, groaning at the near excitement of whatever case he had for me. If there was any, th
I can’t see through walls, I can’t read minds, I can see through your lies. You would give a smile but i’d give my life.
Can you not see the pain I’m in, fixing your wrongs and supporting your rights. Love is the only war worth fighting for.
I’m battle ready, just give me a weapon for my heart to pull the trigger
And I know that you won’t do the same oh I know you don’t love me no more but i know, I will carry your blame
(Chorus)
You’ve made mistakes that I can forgive but you won’t, you won’t do the same. Oh you won’t do the same
This won’t be the end of us, this
Dead Men's Sins / Prologue-Briefing / page 1 by Archangel537, literature
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Dead Men's Sins / Prologue-Briefing / page 1
The air was cold.
This chair was cold.
The room was cold.
I was cold.
Four years being a detective has taught me what happens in interrogation rooms. The “tells” the criminal makes were usually the best parts, where you make the criminal uncomfortable or relaxed enough, and they will show “tells”, to indicate that they are lying or that they know they are losing the battle. 4 years taught me that there really isn’t such a thing as a good person, only a person who does good things, if someone shoots your family to save their own then who is the villain of that tale. If you save your family
by killing the man tryin
The Will To Fight Back (A Poem Written By Me) by Happy-Masked-Mystery, journal
The Will To Fight Back (A Poem Written By Me)
You took everything away from me,
My pride,
My family,
My dignity,
Are you proud?
You've managed to break me.
I am restrained with the chains of censorship,
I can no longer speak in fear of my life,
Silenced and demonized,
The masses see me as the culprit,
Hasn't this satisfied you enough?
The parasite invades,
Humanity falls into the pit of darkness,
The evil that manipulates mankind,
Younger generations being brainwashed,
History being rewritten with lies,
Mankind rebelling against the laws of nature,
Falling into sin,
All forms of degeneracy being normalized,
Evidence of the truth being hidden away,
For feelings are now
"The unsteady beat of rain was the only thing going through my mind. Soft morning light poured through the window pane illuminating the room. I only stared at the bare wall before me. No emotion. No clear thoughts.It was almost as if the inevitable death had already found me. Resting my head against a pillow, I kept it tilted upward only focusing on the light. My chest literally ached with the pain of my soul. Going through my schedule repeatedly on what to do, I questioned how long it would be. I wondered how long my mask would last before itd break again. To just disappear is what wanted. Leap off a building and attempt to fly. Fly away fro
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