The Abandoned Fair The sound of crunching leaves echoed through the parking lot as I stopped the car, looking up at the abandoned fair attractions. “Why did… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 293/365 – October 20, 2018”
Continued from May 28, 2018 #AmWriting #Fiction #IndieAuthor Marcus arrived at the house to find the front door sitting open. A jolt of hope went through his body… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 149/365 – May 29, 2018”
Five of us rode in the back of the moving truck on our way downtown. My mind was so busy running through the checklist of what I… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 82/365 – March 23, 2018”
“I know you’ve told your story to a lot of people already, and I hate to ask you again, but I need you to tell me what happened. Can you do that for me, Harry? Is it alright if I call you Harry, or do you want me to call you Mr. Hughes?” Detective Brooks said with a warm smile as she set a cup of water on the table in front of me. Her eyes were dark and piercing, it felt like she could see right through me.
“Harry is fine, but I need to ask, where’s my son? They took him away, I need to know he’s alright.” I said ignoring the water. The stress of being in interrogated was getting to me, but I had to know that Carter was alright.
“Give me a minute and I’ll get him, okay?” She asked as she stepped out the door.
Detective Brooks was the fifth cop I’d dealt with since arriving at the station. The only nice one in my opinion in the entire building. She had short dark hair and wore nice clothes. Compared to me, a two-hundred pound man, she was tiny, but she commanded respect with the way she carried herself.
My son had been whisked away to another car at the thrift store when I was handcuffed and I hadn’t seen him since. If he was okay, then I would help her as best I could. Every other detective had been cold and hard. One had even threatened to beat me with his pistol, Detective Foley, her partner. I didn’t like him at all.
“Daddy!” Carter said as he ran to me the second the door opened.
“It’s alright, buddy.” I said hugging him, “Are you okay? Is everyone being nice to you?”
I looked him over to check to see if he was alright. He seemed as though he was doing fine, despite being in a police station for the past four hours. He seemed happy and began telling me in quick succession everything that had happened from going on a police ride to eating in their lunch room. He was the most excited I’d seen him in awhile.
“He’s been a handful, but everyone loves him out there.” Brooks said as she shut the door behind her. “Can you tell me what happened now?”
“Alright.” I said pulling Carter up on my lap with a sigh of relief. “I’ll tell you now.
“Today was the same as every Tuesday. Carter and I stayed at the house while his mother left for work and his two older siblings, Maria and Edward, went to school. We had breakfast then left to go grocery shopping. Every time we go shopping we go to the thrift store and see if there is anything interesting.”
“The thrift store being where you found the lock box and the car?” Brooks interjected.
“Yes.” I replied before continuing. “We arrived at the thrift store around nine in the morning, I took a cart, and we began our adventure through the store.
“We hadn’t been there very long, and I can’t recall anyone in the store other than Christine and Jerry, the store’s two employees, and Mrs. Fitzgerald, the widow that goes everyday to find things to sell online.”
“So other than you and your son, there were only three other people in the store with you?” Brooks asked.
“That’s correct.” I said before continuing once more. “I was walking through the asile where they keep all the office equipment when I found the lock box.”
“Can you describe the lockbox to me?” Brooks asked, “Just for the official record.”
“It was a beige box, probably a foot wide, eight-inches deep, and roughly six inches tall. It was heavy too. It had a logo on it that said U-Share.” I said.
“Is that when you found the keys?” Brooks asked.
“No. The box wouldn’t open and I looked for the keys but couldn’t find them on the shelf. I needed a lock box for my house to keep all the important documents safe for the family. I put the lock box in my cart so I could check to see if they had them behind the counter, though when I had come across lock boxes in the past, the keys were always with them.” I said.
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Continued from Dark Fog
I walked slowly past the gates of the prison, enjoying the sounds of screams emanating from inside. What once barred entry to the interior of the prison had been disabled by the darkness on its mission to free the others. All that remained of both the gate and the guards that once manned the post was ash. Even their weapons had been subject to it.
I reached out with my mind to perceive through the darkness’ sentience. It was swirling from cell to cell, liking everyone it came across as it searched the cell block for the first of my compatriots, Jensen. He was a true ally and a formidable foe to anyone that fared to stand against him. As though the darkness could read my thoughts it suddenly jolted down the cell block and into a cell where I saw Jensen sitting calmly with his legs crossed in stark contrast to the majority of the prison, which was still screaming as other tendrils stretched from cell to cell.
Jensen, in his prison issued clothes, smiled at the darkness that floated before him. He moved slowly but confidently as he placed his feet on the floor. He stood, raising to his intimidating six-foot-five-inch tall height, before stretching. The tattoos on his skin crawled in response as if they too understood what was happening. He turned, grabbed a small makeshift bag from under the bed, then turned back to the darkness that watched him, glaring at it from under his thick eyebrows.
“It’s about time, Emordius.” He said throwing the bag over his shoulder. The light from the ceiling made the scars that covered most of his face and arms seem more severe than normal. The darkness even pulled back slightly when he spoke as if it understood how dangerous the man before it was. “I’ll see you in a few minutes. The others are still in solitary.”
With a confident smile plastered to his face, he walked straight into the dark fog before him and made his way toward me. One down, three remaining allies to collect from this prison. I pulled my mind back to my body as Jensen came through the missing front door walking at a leisurely pace. If it were anyone else I would’ve thought they were over confident, but he knew my attachment and respect for him.
“Hello, old friend.” He said coming to a stop just beside me. “The darkness finally obeys you.”
It was a statement, not a question. I was still smiling, and it spread wider in response. There was nothing to say at the moment. It would only be a few more minutes before the others were free and I could address them all when they came.
“If you come out now, we can just arrest you and no one needs to get hurt.” Harold yelled from behind the crate where he hid with… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 6/365 – January 6, 2018”