Novels by Flames

Somewhere in NY *A week earlier*"Damn! This no good weather" - Liz said ,as she paced up and down her tight one bedroom apartment on Nike's street, before finally settling into her five years old bed sofa that honestly took majority of the space in the apartment.She had finally hit jackpot,she thought to her self as she wandered into memory lane of how she met him and all she could show was a wide smile.She had been sitting at a bus station for hours under the 80° degree hot weather.Oh!, Dear Lord bless that bus station and she was really tired of waiting, she had been considering walking instead when a tall well tanned muscled guy strolled towards her direction.She'd never in her twenty-five years of existence know

-Maeve-"Maeve, how was school today?".Mum always asked this question when I was buckling up. Maybe she felt that if she asked before I buckled up, I'll bolt."It was fine. Thanks mum. How was your day?".Whenever I asked this, she knew I was asking about him. About the newspaper headlines I once saw."The bold jaw dropping words that burned me like hot iron the first time I saw it and gave me chills but she never answered. She'd always reply..."It was fine Maeve thank you for asking."School had ended but today wasn't over. I had an appointment today with my therapist. Two weeks and counting and I still haven't said up to two hundred words to him. Yes you heard me!. It's a 'him'.The drive to Acuity Counseling faculty at Cascade place II always took my energy more than my time because I felt lik

- Maeve-'A Letter From The Present To The Future'Things will not always be the way it should be or the way it was.Easy,Free,Painless,Me.You will stumbleYou will fallBut you will rise upWhen the storm stopsYou will smile while the rain falls and you will be free when the time comes.So for now, the past and I would try our best to get along.We would do well to improve on taking each other in.From now till next time. We love you.....I gazed up from my book to look at the class and the sets of eyes that met with mine just as I finished reading my poem out loud. I was the last student and I was extremely proud of myself for doing this.Trust me, it wasn't easy to get up there and talk not to talk of actually writing the poem, but I did it. I did

911 responder: 9-1-1 , what's your emergency?Unknown caller: (Gasps, breathes deeply then starts crying).911 responder: Hello?, What's your emergency?. I can hear you over the phone.Unknown caller: I just... Dear God(cries). I just found a lady (whimpers). I was on my way to work and I found her, she's at down's street, 7th lane.911 responder: Ok, what's the situation?. Is she ok?Unknown caller: I... I don't think so (cries). Her head's badly injured... Her... Her limbs. Oh My God. Oh. My. God. You have to get here quickly!. Oh. My. God (starts crying hysterically)911 responder: Sir...Can you hear me?...Sir. please Try to be calm. What happened to her limbs?. Stay on the line. The cops are on their way.Unknown Caller: ok. (Tries to be calm). Her limbs... Are not on her body. There's blood every... Ev..erywhere. Oh God! And there's more. I'm going to faint.911 responder: Just breathe sir. Help is on their way. What

The headaches were getting better but the being inside him needed more. So much more.He was in a restaurant that smelled of tuna, blended fish , mashed tomatoes and soured milk, somewhere in New York City . The busiest city in U.S.He knew moving here was a great risk knowing that the NYPD could nab him at anytime after seeing the little present he dropped at the waste site. But he had to find her. Those eyes that kept him going, taking his time to toy with her. He knew somehow that she must know that he was back.He was sure she'd know at least about the waste site.Ah!, The waste site,such a beautiful work of art. It's been like what, two weeks since that art work and the being was nagging him for

*Camera flashes everywhere*- Do you have any idea who the latest victim is yet?-sir, we heard it's a Jane doe... How true is that?- Do you think he's back sir?.- over here sir. Do you think he has returned?. Do you think it's the seriel killer from seven years ago?.- As of now we do not have the answers to any of your questions but we know one thing, we hope to catch this son of a bitch soon. Thank you.......................................................-Maeve-I didn't want to go to school anymore, but mum had said the best thing to do was to try to focus on school and get to live. She didn't tell me who his victim was or how sure the police were that it was him.My eyes held bags underneath them and there was no way I could cover them up. I got to school late today, I was