her name is mary
Posted on April 16, 2012
The Untruth - Part II
Posted on March 21, 2012
Author’s note: This is a continuation of The Untruth Part I & The Last Strand.
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Blake closed his eyes, tried to picture Jake Bennington’s mannerisms as he fought. He knew Jake well enough to know that he nowhere near to be deemed as a calm person. Any obstacles posed to him will soon be gotten rid of, he would make sure – Only this time, Jake failed miserably.
Then the thought of a hammer struck him and he recalled a friendly brawl between Jake and Michael, a family friend to both the Eva and the latter.
Michael grabbed Jake’s shoulders from the back. With his masculine physique, he managed to press the man down, making it a challenge for Jake to smack or kick Michael with his limbs.
Jake, on the other hand, wasn’t a fool. A witty smile signalled his sly-as-a-fox plan to overcome Michael. Once his old friend had pressed him down, he lifted his forehead with all his energy. Jake certainly had a name for holding up his head.
“Ouch! That hurts, buddy!” Jake shouted alarmingly while smoothing his chin, which now has a red blotch on it, with his wrinkled fingers.
“I took the chance when Jake wasn’t noticing,” he paused to think of the right words to say and continued, “grabbed him from the back using my arms.”
I’m lying.. I lied. But all for the good of it.
Surely it wouldn’t be convincing enough to say that he succeeded in killing Jake just like this. Given his slim physique as compared to the body of a boxer the dead man had, the police would have doubts – And he would not allow that.
He braced all the energy that he could and forced an angry growl out of his chest.
“Old man wouldn’t let it down. Tried smacking my chin, which did not work as the lift of his forehead didn’t go up high. By this time I had already let go of him. Of course I was frustrated, grabbed the knife from the bar and pushed it towards his abdomen. “
“What happened after that? When the girl had arrived?”
“I heard the keys clicking and knew that Eva was home. I dropped the knife and ran out through the back door, hoping to get out in time before she opened the door.”
“Once again succeeded but you guys caught me.”
Blake punched the table with his clutched fist to prove his non-existent anger. All that surrounded him was worry and impatience. He was afraid that Eva would spill the beans out of guilt. He wanted to get over and done with this.
Please.. please end this soon. Make this the verdict.
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“So, am I right to say that you saw him get out of the door?”
“Yes, sir. I’m positive. I did see the back of the escaper, at least. But I’m certain it was him” Eva faked.
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Posted on March 10, 2012
Meanwhile, I’ll be off for awhile (checking my ask box on weekends though!). I’ll be back with more works, hopefully by that time including music! :)
Love,
Racy.
I love it when people reads my works & asks me questions, especially my followers.
Posted on March 9, 2012
#Hang On
Posted on March 4, 2012
Their skin pale, the bones beaneath stretched
Together they scavenge for survival
Wishes and last notes jotted down on an
Unused paper someone like us had forsaken
‘Be strong,’ the voice echoed down her spine
Desire, Hope & Determination,
We’ll fight the monsters in the body
They won’t kill us just yet,
We have a fine light to shine
For those who are struggling, be it depression, cancer, eating disorders or other problems. You might be suffering from the lost of a loved one.
Just remember, amongst your tears and darkest point, that you’re not alone. Know that there are people out there who would give you hope and believe that you will win the battle.
