Grave whispers have led me to where I never wanted to go. Now what I see - I will never forget

I still get remnants of that headache just thinking about it. I’m glad we were able to bring Charity peace, but my heart aches for what she suffered. ~Alexa Martin

Grave Whispers

Part Four

The early evening brought hues of reds as the daylight turned into night. Houses stood out along the street. Each house decorated with some variant of Halloween decorations. Kids were seen in groups all dressed up.

Princesses walked next to ninjas, vampires, and witches. The beam of flashlights danced along the darkening sidewalks. Parents’ of the younger ones trailed behind the excited children.

A knock sounded at the door. Alexa lifted a large bowl filled with chocolate onto her hip. She opened the door expecting calls of trick or treat. The surprise registered on her face when Officer Morgan’s smiling face met her own.

“If I say trick or treat do I get a piece?” Morgan asked. His words filled with a teasing lilt.

“Nope, you aren’t wearing a costume.” Alexa giggled, stepping back to allow him entrance.

“Sure I did. I came dressed as a handsome date.” He pressed down his silk tie. Alexa laughed harder as she picked up her clutch-purse and black wrap.

“Well then, help yourself.” Alexa’s eyes twinkled. Morgan removed a Snickers from the bowl, unwrapping it instantly. He’d loved the candy bar since he was a kid. The way the caramel and chocolate worked together.

“Thank you.” Morgan spoke around the mouthful of candy. Alexa shook her head, grabbing the set of keys off the coffee table.

“Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to eat candy before dinner, much less not to talk with your mouth full?” She began turning off all the lights, except a small lamp by the door.

“Yes, Ma’am, but even she’d tell you I’m as hard headed as they come.” Morgan chuckled lightly.

“I would never have guessed, Officer Morgan.” Alexa grinned, following him out of the door. She turned back to lock the front door making sure her aunt’s house was secure.

“Please, it’s just Jason. I left Officer Morgan at home with my badge.” His grin brought out his dimples. Alexa smiled in return, unable to help herself. She realized then this was the first time she had actually heard his first name.

“Where are we going for this celebration dinner?” Alexa tucked the keys into her purse. Jason placed his hand on her lower back, escorting her toward the black SUV in the driveway.

“I’m taking you to one of the best restaurants in town.” Jason smiled helping her into the passenger side, before climbing behind the wheel. Alexa felt her skin tingle where his hand had been. The fiber of her dress didn’t even provide much barricade from the heat that was Officer Jason Morgan.

“So – from the excitement in your voice earlier, I’m going with you all got all the evidence you needed.” Alexa turned slightly in her seat to watch his face. The way the business and streetlights played across his angular features kept her mesmerized. Heat rolled through her body as she finally took the time to really look at the man she’d been working with for the week. Even if she was determined to keep away from men, she could appreciate that this man was a fine specimen to look at.

“You’re staring at me.” Jason lightly teased. He could almost feel the heat that flushed up to her cheeks. The rustling of fabric let him know she’d moved, her eyes no longer on his face. A part of him ached at the sudden change.

“Did you all get the evidence?” Alexa repeated more guarded now. She clung to her clutch trying to get a grip on her emotions.

“Yes, thanks to you. After they dug up the bodies, there was enough evidence under her nails to point at the thugs. The thugs turned over, giving us Braxton. The gun he was carrying at the time matched the ballistics on the bullet. It all came together far neater and tidier than other cases I’ve had. I really don’t think they planned on getting caught, or they would have covered their tracks better.” Jason stated, turning off the main road that ran the length of the town.

“I don’t think so either. What happened to the baby?” Alexa darted a glance back over at Jason.

“He now lives with Charity’s parents. They are looking at adopting him.” Jason smiled softly. Alexa nodded her approval. She watched as Jason parked the car, coming over to her side to help her out. A quick movement ensured the material of her dress was where it needed to be. She smiled at Jason. He held doors open for her, escorting her with a gentle hand on her lower back. It shocked Alexa that men still did that, having been years since any other man had even asked her out.

The restaurant lit by romantic candles, strings of soft white light lay in plants around the eating area. They followed the host back to a table in the corner. Jason held her chair for her, before taking his own.

“Wow, this place is gorgeous.” Alexa looked around. Her eyes twinkled more with the environment. They talked over anything and everything while enjoying the delicious food and white wine.

“Let’s have a toast.” Jason raised his wine glass. Alexa lifted hers to meet his.

“To ultimately finding a love worth dying for.” She smiled, lightly tapping their glasses together. In that moment Jason saw hope, dreams, but more importantly passion residing in her emerald green eyes.

If you missed any parts you can find them here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Thank you all for joining me on the blog run. I hope you enjoyed the first case file of Alexa Martin’s.

Happy Halloween, Blessed Samhain, one and all!

Cries from beyond the grave whispering in my ear. Can I help them find restitution? Who could do something so vile?

I hope you’re enjoying the story. It’s quickly coming to an end, only two more installments. ~Alexa Martin © 2012 Misty Harvey

Grave Whispers

Part Three

The smell was horrendous, a combination between used gym socks and moldy fall leaves. It was all trickling into Alexa’s subconscious. Her arms flailed about to be rid of the scent. The blackness fading into the background as her eyelids lifted.

“Well, welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.” Officer Morgan spoke. His voice matched the sneer on his face.

“That is disgusting. Get it away from my nose.” She growled between clenched teeth. A shift of her head sent white light stabbing behind her eyes. A groan escaping her lips.

“You took a nasty spill down the hill, hitting your head.” Officer Morgan’s face softened at her obvious pain. He leaned farther over her body to examine that his original conclusion had been correct. Her pupils weren’t dilated, but she would definitely have one excruciating headache to deal with.

“You’re in my space.” Alexa placed her hands on his chest trying to push him away. The bulky jacket did nothing to disguise his hard muscles below, sending a heat creeping through her body.

“I’m just making sure that rock you landed on didn’t do more damage than I thought.” Officer Morgan ignored her shoving. He continued to wave a finger in front of her eyes. Their movement followed along closely.

“Yet, I can feel evidence that says otherwise pressing into my hip. This is no time to let your hormones grow out of control.” She shoved harder sending him falling onto his back. Her movements were jerky, but she managed to stand up. It just took her a few minutes to get the forest to stop heaving and hoeing in front of her eyes.

Strong hands reached out to steady her shoulders. Her body rocked as if she stood on the bow of a boat. The quick movements and piercing pain behind her eye left her weak. She gave into the nauseating feeling and leaned back.

Glad to have such a strong man behind her, she rested, keeping her eyes closed to the images. Alexa sucked in deep breaths trying to overcome the sickness. His cologne was more pungent at such a close distance. The heat boiled harder inside of her. She fought harder to get control so she could move to a safe distance from him.

“That wasn’t what you thought it was.” Officer Morgan’s heated breath tickled the wisps of hair on her forehead. “What you felt was my gun.”

“Your gun?”  The words were a slight whisper. Concern welled up inside of Morgan.

“Yes, I keep it in a holster on my hip.” Morgan stated. “Obviously you have a thing for portraying your feelings onto others.” A smirk curved his lips. He knew if anything were going to goad her out of this damsel in distress thing, it would be that statement. No longer could he stand there and hold such a pixie without his true feelings becoming more obvious.

He could feel the need to protect her consuming his thoughts. The last thing he needed was some injured crazy woman in his life. She would get in his way of becoming the next chief, and those were plans he didn’t plan on sacrificing for anyone.

“Portraying my feelings?” Alexa bellowed. Her whole body had gone rigid in seconds. She whirled around on him, shoving her long finger into his chest. “Portraying my feelings? I don’t know who or what you think you are, but God’s gift to women isn’t it.” Her lips curled back from her teeth.

“Some psychic you are if you don’t know who I am.” The smirk deepened, bringing out the dimples embedded in his cheeks. A sense of fire lit behind her vivid green eyes.

“You…you…” Alexa threw up her hands in frustration. She rotated around on her heel, letting her anger fuel her actions. Alexa looked around the forest. She closed her mind to everything, opening something inside of her, ready to work again.

“Are you picking up anything?” Morgan asked, choosing to examine the hill they fell down. The flaming pixie at work was a little too alluring and tempting for him. He tested the ground, pressing his booted foot into the soil, only to have it slide back down once his weight was on it.

“I’m trying to work over here.” Alexa huffed. She worried her bottom lip. The air was still, any trace of Charity that had passed through here wasn’t coming easily to her. She took a few steps forward, placing her hand on a tree. Her body jerked as images pulled her along.

The three of them were there, covered in mud. Scratches and torn clothes bore to the world as they were catching their breaths. Both teenagers looked back at the hill. Their eyes reflected horror and panic. The male turned Charity around and egged her to keep running. Soon they were darting through the forest once again.

Alexa was hot on their trail, the image bringing about a sense of urgency. She slid in the leaves, bumping into a tree as the images halted and turned around. Behind them sat a sheer drop. They had come to the end of the line. The only option left to face what had been chasing them.

She could see Charity shaking her head, her mouth moving quickly, words of begging broken through the chattering of her teeth. Her hands clutched tighter to the tiny bundle in her arms. Their heads jerked around as three men stepped into the small clearing.

They had automatically fallen into a v-shape. The male at the head looking darker than anyone Alexa had ever seen. Something seemed oddly familiar about the male in charge. She turned back to the small family. Charity now cowered behind the man with her.

It wasn’t so much Charity that drew her attention, but the male in front of her. The same dark look stared across the expanse. Alexa turned her head back and forth. The image was suddenly very clear. The father of Charity’s baby was an identical twin. As if someone had turned on the volume button, suddenly sound filled Alexa’s head. She was now a silent spectator at what she believed was Charity’s last moments.

“You shouldn’t have run.” The twin hissed. A gun glinted in his right hand. “We warned you, Kip. If you two had just given the child up. We could have made this so much easier. You could have finished school and taken over father’s business, but no you quit. You wanted the child more.” The anger tainted every word. His eyes grew darker.

“It’s not like that, Braxton. You and I both know that. I had to quit school. I needed to find a job, besides I never wanted to run the business.” He kept his body as a protective wall in front of Charity and the baby.

“See and that is our problem.” Braxton growled. “You know once you are born into this family, you never leave. You take your spot in the mob business, and you never question it.”

“I’m not like that.” Kip watched his twin closely. “I don’t want to be a killer.”

“Kill or be killed.” The sound of the gunshot rang in Alexa’s ears. She gripped at her head, collapsing to the ground. Alexa placed more focus into what she was seeing, needing to see the story out.

“What do you want us to do with her, Boss?” One of the thugs nodded to Charity. The group moved up to her, both thugs holding her back as Braxton took the baby.

“Finish her off and dispose of the bodies.” Braxton stated, holding the baby in his left arm. “I have other things to finish up, and it’s not too early to teach this one the proper way to be a Guetera.” His image faded into the line of trees, so Alexa put her focus into the thugs. She didn’t want to watch any more, but knew the key to finding their bodies lay in this last scene.

If you’re just joining us, you can find the other parts here:

Part One

Part Two

Little Lost Ghost Girl - Part Two

The middle of the night ... a ghost is about.  Is she posting this?  Only she knows.

Little Lost Ghost Girl - Part Two

We'd been living in our new home for a month now. But, I was the only one who kept hearing the little girl laugh. I was starting to think that maybe I was going nuts. After all, there were no little girls in our home. So who is giggling around me? I figured that maybe I was just bored. I'd finished painting the babies nursery the first week we were here. I add things when I think of them, but, beside that I'm bored out of my mind. I won't start my new school until the fall as it's almost Summer Vacation. So, I spent my time going through the boxes in the attic, I'd moved them to a small room off to the side. I'd found so many amazing things in them.


"Good night Auntie, don't do anything to hard." I yelled downstairs to her. I was sure she was rolling her eyes at me. I walked up the stairs to my floor and turned on the light. I yawned and took off my dressing gown and climbed into my bed. I had no idea why I was so tired, not like I'd done anything all day.
Wasn't to long before I was fast asleep, and having a dream filled with a child’s giggling voice. There was this cute little girl, with long brown curly hair, dimples, and red rosy cheeks. She had on a pretty party dress, it was black with red shoes. Her hair was tied up in a red bow.
She was dancing around the room, giggling, laughing and singing. I didn't know if she knew I was here or not. I might of been invisible to her.
She danced past me and stopped, she gasped and jumped back.
"Who are you?" She asked and backed away.
"Isabella...who are you?" I asked, she smiled and giggled.
"I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." She did a cute little curtsey and giggled some more.
"Hi Melissa. Where...do you live?" I asked, I wasn't sure if this was a dream or real.
"I live here silly. With my mommy and daddy..." She giggled and the room became the attic. "This is my play room. I play here all the time with my nannies and my mommy and daddy. But, I haven't seen them in a long time, I miss them." She sniffled and wiped her eyes.
"I'm...sorry. Where are they?" I gulped and looked around her play room, looked exactly like my bedroom.
"They went away...they told me to go with them...but, I couldn't. I really wish I had. But, it was just so scary..." She looked scared and she grabbed the doll I'd found in a box and was hugging it.
"Is...is...that...yours?" I asked, she looked at the doll, giggled and nodded.
"My daddy got her from me when he came home from his very long trip. He'd been gone for a long time, I didn't even know him when he got back." She hugged the doll and wandered off singing and giggling.
"Where...did they go?" I asked, I wanted to know what she meant about went away and scary..." I looked at her, she stopped and looked at me.
"Into the lighty thingy...mommy had my hand and pulled me towards it, giggling and talking about how much fun we will have. But, the closer I got the more scared I got. It hurt, I couldn't stand it. So, I pulled and ran away. Mommy called after me, she tried to come for me, but the light wouldn't let her...then...she was gone. They were all gone...I haven't seen them...since." She sniffled and wiped her eyes.
"Oh...you're...dead?" I asked a little shocked.
"That's what mommy said. But, it didn't happen when mommy did. I was gone long before them, I missed them so much. I still do. I want my mommy." She hugged her doll and began to cry.
"Oh...no...it's OK. Don't cry...Please." I went to pay her but I went right through her, I freaked and stumbled back some.
"Please help me...please." She begged, the room began to spin. The next thing I knew, I was in my bed and my alarm was going off.
"...Melissa? ?" I shivered and got out of bed. I picked up the porcelain doll I had beside me at all times. I looked all over the doll, I wanted to see if there was any proof this doll belong to the little girl, Melissa. Or, I'd just dreamt it all. I'd just about given up, when I noticed she had a cute little purse, I lifted it up and looked on the front. There was a name sewn on it, "Melissa".
"...Melissa..." I was so freaked I almost dropped her on to the floor. "No, no, no...not possible. It as just a dream." But, then I heard it again, the giggling.
"...Melissa...is that...you?" I looked around, I heard a giggle behind me and spun around to see her, Melissa...from my dream. She was real, a real ghost girl.





Come back next week to find out what happens next!!!

Little Lost Ghost Girl

“We’re moving?!”  I stood up from the dinning room table, shocked.
“Yes sweetie. With the new baby coming we need a bigger house. But, we’ve decided you can have the entire attic to yourself. You should see it, it’s big enough to be your room and living room, it even has it’s own bathroom, OK toilet and sink.” My aunt smiled at me, but all I heard was they already bought a home without telling me.
“I want to see it before I even pack.” I sat back down a little at ease, they both nodded.
“OK Isabella you can see it. But, you have to start packing, we are moving in whether you say yes or not.” She got up and walked out, probably to pee again. Pregnant ladies pee a lot.
“Fine…an entire floor to myself? That’s better then a tiny closet of a room.” I got up and headed off to my closet I call a room.
“Be lucky you have that closet at all.” My Uncle called from downstairs, I rolled my eyes and walked in to see they’d already put empty boxes in there.
“Hm…maybe I can start a new school where I’m no longer Orphan Annie, and an entire floor all to myself, yes!” I smiled and turned around to see my aunt in the doorway smiling.
“Who are you talking to?” She smiled and waddled in to help me pack.
“Myself,  Aunt Jane, who else?” I sighed and turned to her, she was trying to bend down to pack some boxes, I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Might be easier if you sit down rather then…bend down?” I sat on my dresser and watched her.
“If I sit down I won’t be able to get back up…” She sighed and sat on my bed, giving up.
“Do you have a nice big nursery? Can I help  paint it? You know I love to paint. Rainbows, balloons, and when you find the sex, I can add girl or boy things?” I loved to paint, and I was an excellent artist. I wanted to go to an art college, but after my parents died I sort of gave up on my dream.
“I would love that Isabella, I would. You know I can’t draw worth crap. And your Uncle can do stick figures.” She giggled and opened my bedside table and made a noise of disgust.
“Oh hush! You know I only do deep cleanings once or twice a year.” I shut the drawer and opened my closet, it was filled with tons of boxes. I sighed and started to pull them out.
“I’m going to have to go through these before I pack them, most of this junk can be given or thrown away.” I sighed and pulled the lid of the box.
“Can’t you do that at the new house? That will take too long and we would like to move in within the week.” She smiled at me, I sighed and put the lid back on.
“Fine by me! You know me, procrastinating queen.” I giggled and put the box back.
“We can just carry…by we I mean everyone but you.” I gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. “Can just carry these to the truck as is.”
“Right, I won’t be carrying anything heavier then a basket of clothes, relax.” She rolled her eyes again and staggered to her feet. Aunt Jane liked to do everything herself, even when she’s 6 months pregnant and can’t carry anything heavier then a stuffed animal.
“Better not. Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t hit you.” I gave her a look, she just smiled and shook her head.
“Nice to know.” She waddled out of the room, I opened my dresser and started putting my clothes into boxes.
“Make sure your clothes are put in neat!” Aunt Jane yelled from down the hall.
“Whatever…” I yelled back, while I put my clothes in neatly. Good thing about her being pregnant is she can’t sneak up on me.


“Whoa!” Was all I said the second I stepped into the house.
“I know right?” Aunt Jane said from beside me. Pretty bad if I didn’t hear her waddle up to me.
“This is incredible. It had to cost a fortune…” The first thing I noticed was the beautiful wooden staircase. Dark oak wood, with carvings on the banisters. The banister posts each had a light on top, quite handy for dark nights. I looked over at the fireplace beside the staircase. It was a gilded gas fireplace, it looked very old. With a mirror and an old golden clock on the mantel. The one thing I didn’t like, was the wallpaper. It was an ugly red paper with golden flowers on it. With the decor and furnishings it looked Victorian, which is normally beautiful.
“So, the whole third floor belongs to me? It’s not tiny is it?” I looked at my aunt but she had already waddled into the kitchen with a box, I let out a huff and grabbed a box and decided to go upstairs and explore.


“Whoa! That’s quite a climb, I may have to rethink this whole third floor living space thing. What’s with all the kids stuff?” I dropped my box and walked into the attic and picked up a beautiful porcelain doll. She had on long beautiful pleated green dress, and a wide brimmed green hat, and a little green purse. She was very beautiful and looked expensive.
“Aren’t you the prettiest little thing…” I smiled and decided to keep her. I loved porcelain dolls. I laid her inside my box and looked around the rest of the attic.
“I’m going to have to use my cell phone to talk with my aunt and uncle. As I’m too far away to yell to them. Especially with a new baby.” I pulled out my cell to text my aunt. I paused in my typing as I could of sworn I heard, no, no can’t be. I’m imagining things. I finished my text and put away my phone when I heard it again. This time I was sure I heard a little girl giggling.

Come back next Saturday to find out if she really did hear a little girl giggling and who she is!

Valkyrie's Curse

Boil, boil toil and trouble; a new batch of stories are beginning to bubble. 
Ghouls and goblins have come to play, witches and warlocks rule the day.
A taste of horror, screams of fright; black cats and monsters come out at night.
A month of terror for you to see  things aren't always as they appear to be.

Welcome to Storytime Trysts Octoberfest!

 

 

As always bear in mind that these are first draft stories.  Final manuscripts will be slightly different after editing revisions. You are always free to leave comments about anything pertaining to the stories here. 

 

For my contribution we are going to a small island off the coast of Europe, part of Denmark, the island of Zealand, to a little known town called Lejre. (Pronounced Ledger) 

 

 

Valkyrie's Curse

 

by

 

Ellie Mack

 

 

Scott set the radar equipment back in the plastic tub as he watched Helena.  She was gorgeous.  He had watched her over the past three years in classes.  She was involved with someone else, but  he hoped that it would end.  Whoever Bryce was, he didn’t deserve her.

He cleared his throat.   “Hey Helena.  I finished with the radar, we’ll have the whole area mapped  by noon tomorrow.  What are you working on there?”

Helena turned towards Scott, leaning back in the folding chair. “Just reviewing the original finds of Price and Alkamp; compared to the 1926 discoveries of Lindquist.  There are so many discrepancies.  We have to be careful to keep the site clean.”

“Yeah, if we fail to produce they fail to pay us.”  He walked the short distance to the chair next to her.   “I need my pay to cover next semester.  This is the only income I’ve got till we get back home.”

She smiled at him, it was one of the things she liked about Scott, his practical side.  The fact that he worked to pay his own way, that he didn’t just exist on the student loans which had come to be the norm.  She herself had spent nearly half her trust fund to cover her schooling.  Scott competed with her for top student in the department.  The past two semesters he’d beaten her.  Scott worked harder than anyone she knew.  He had two scholarships and at least two jobs.  What he didn’t have was a huge amount of debt.

Bryce on the other hand, had an enormous amount of debt.  When Helena had shared the fact that she had spent  part of her trust fund, he started asking for numbers.  When she told him that she only had a small amount remaining, he dumped her for Savannah Rogers.  Savannah had the intelligence of a flea, and the ambition of a sloth.  Luckily for her though, daddy had a lot of money,  enough to pay for a boob job right out of high school to guarantee her  local modeling jobs, and work the front desk of his cycle shop. 

Helena leaned back over the back of the chair stretching.  “What do you say we go into Roskilde before the undergrads show up?”

Scott startled.  “You mean  just the two of us?”

“I don’t bite Scott.  Come on we’ve been in the department since we were sophomores together.“  Then she grinned and added,  “Well, I won’t bite too hard anyway.”

“Sure, if you can drive.”   He shifted slightly.  He’d wanted her that long, yes.  He wanted her the first day of class, but decided that he’d get to know her better.  By the third week of the semester, Bryce had already asked her out.  He’d been kicking himself ever since.

“No problem.  Let me wrap up here.  I’ll meet you at the Land Rover in about ten minutes ok?  I’ll just go change into something less grimy.”

He could have done back flips!  He hurried to his tent, and quickly changed into a fresh shirt.  Scott stood, leaning against the Land Rover when Helena walked towards it, talking on her cell phone.  His heart instantly sank.  It was probably Bryce.

When she closed her phone and tucked it away, she looked irritated.  She climbed silently into the vehicle.  He did likewise.  She turned the ignition on, then slammed it into gear and sped away, throwing gravel behind them.

 “Whoa there Speedy. Want to talk about it?”

She sighed, a very loud exhale before slamming on the brakes and pulling over on the side of the road.  “It’s just everything, alright?  First Bryce dumps me as I’m getting on the plane, now Dr. Montgomery wants to make a camp inspection tomorrow and he’s scheduled the Denmark officials to visit Friday.  Hell, we don’t even have the place mapped yet.  We just freaking got here!  We’re not even fully staffed and he wants everything done now!” 

Scott leaned over and took her hand in his.  “It’s OK.  We’ll do what we can.  Brad is holding down camp with his cyber chick. We’ll get on the mapping first thing in the morning.”    He squeezed her hand. “Tell you what, I’ll buy.  You need to unwind!”

They drove the rest of the short trip discussing the site, the undergrads, rumors about the professor, and reminiscing about their first two digs together.  By the time Helena parked the car at Gimle’s, they were laughing together.    The shared a quick meal, then headed downstairs to the nightclub area.

Somewhere between the second and third Carlsberg, they shared a slow dance together.  Scott held her close, but was cautious about making her feel pressured or obligated.

“You know what Scott?”  She laid her head on his shoulder.

He hugged her tighter, his hand gently caressing her back.  God she smelled good and felt so good in his arms.   “What Helena?”

She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes, leveling a serious look at him.   “You are a true gentleman.”  Then she kissed him softly.  Her lips barely brushing against his, but lingering as she gently sucked  his lower lip.

Scott was instantly hard.  His body wanted to walk her to the back wall and take her right now in a frenzied fashion.  His head said she deserved so much more.  As she started to pull away, his hand flew to the back of her head and held her there as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing, swiping against her lips, requesting access.  Slowly she parted for him.  As they stood together in their embrace kissing, the room surrounding them seemed to disappear.

After what seemed like a half hour he released her.  He clasped her hand and pulled her along behind him.  He ordered them another Carlsberg.  They walked hand in hand to a grassy knoll just before the marina at the head of Roskilde Fjord.  They sat on the knoll, staring out over the calm deep waters of the fjord.  The sun was just beginning to come up, and Scott thought there was no better time to make his move.  He leaned over and kissed Helena.  She readily responded to his kiss. In  a matter of seconds he had her on her back, kissing her deeply, caressing her skin, cupping her breast.  Occasionally they came up for breath.  He caressed over her stomach and down her legs tenderly, lovingly.

He broke the kiss long enough to scoot her between his legs, sitting up with his arms embracing her.  He kissed her once more, a rather aggressive demanding kiss, but broke it off.  “Let’s watch.”

The sun was just breaking the horizon.  They sat watching until it was fully over the water.  Scott held her in his arms, kissing her arms, her neck, and nibbling at her ear.  Then he turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply one final time .  “We best be heading back.”

They walked to the Land Rover hand in hand.  He pushed her against the car, pinning her, pressing into her wanting to devour her but knowing he needed to slow down.  He didn’t want a casual thing with Helena.  He’d wanted her for three years, he could wait just a little longer.  He released her and walked to the passenger’s side. 

When they reached their camp, she tugged him into her tent.  They fell asleep fully clothed laying in each other’s arms. 



Fatal Indiscretions Finale

Fatal Indiscretions finale

by Anjie Harrte

In the last episode Sherry found out the real reason why there is an audit at her company run by her husband as she meets with the private auditor. This week the story jumps from there to the night she dies. From here the story is supposed to take another turn, for this is supposed to be halfway of the book. The other half is going to be presented from the point of view of the female detective on the case and as she gathers information in hope of solving the mystery. It is there you will find out what happened between the day in Sherry’s office and this scene that unfolds here. I hope you enjoyed the story.

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Episode 8

What actually transpired in that office that day spiraled a string of events that led to me walking through the Gardens late at night about a week later. Did I know who I was going to see? Had I thought through how dangerous it was being in such a deserted place so late at night? That I don’t remember. However, I do remember the sound of grass crunching as my I walked, the hoots and croaks coming from the darkness, the swishing of the water in the pond when a manatee squirted to the top and the blackness of night as it swallowed me the further and further I walked into it. Sure, the moon was up but the thickness of the tress in that part of the gardens kept the light from shinning on me. I moved the branches apart and stepped into the little cave, the same cave where I committed my first indiscretion. I was early; whoever I was meeting wasn’t there as yet.

Did I plan to come first? I don’t remember, but I do remember walking all the way to the back and stopping where the marsh began and watching the moonlight shine on top of the pond to the back of the cave. The reflection of the majestic moon sent a long stream glistening over the pond. Something moved in the bushes and I gasped turning abruptly to see what it was. I sighed deeply and convinced myself it was a lizard or a mongoose. In the last few days I had learned to face fear, to be strong, to approach everything with my head held high and dare it to test me. But maybe I had gained too much confidence. Why else would I believe I was safe here in the darkness all alone?

The hairs on the back of neck stood up and I spun around. I gasped as I saw the hatred in the face of my attacker as their hand went up and came back down. Something hit my chest, tearing flesh, breaking bones, seeping into my body. Numbness was created there as I felt faint. I couldn’t make out the face in the darkness, but I could see the fine lines creasing the eyes and wrinkling the mouth as it was before, anger ridden. There was a tugging at the object in my chest the pain now hitting me like a bolt of lightning and I gasped and screamed. I felt my body grow weak. The person’s head spins around as my screams die out, they wait for a while before turning back to me. I am falling backwards, stumbling like a drunken man with one hand on my chest and the other searching for something to prop me up.

 I mutter a word, what was it? Was I not in control of my words anymore? The pain increases like a thousand arrows piercing my chest, the blood must be flowing, because I feel a hot thick liquid soaking my clothes. My vision becomes blurred, my head is light and soon I don’t feel my feet. My body falls backwards as I watch everything disappear, slowly in a haze until it all goes dark and then there is no more pain. I get up and run after the person, something constrains me from leaving the cave. I fall against the side panting and checking my chest; I am fine, nothing has harmed me. I turn to my left and I see the body. It is lying sprawled in the marsh, a knife protruding from the chest. Fear jumps into my heart, but I don’t feel the racing, or the beating. It over takes me forming a lump in my throat as I walk towards the body. Enthralled, I walk towards her lying there like a common animal left to bleed out. When I stumble on her foot and go flying in the air and falling on her I see the moonlight shining brightly on her dark pale face, her eyes wide open; and I scream. No sound is heard as I watch my dead body lying among the marshes, killed by someone who was so full of hatred that they didn’t even tell me why they took my life. The only thing now on my mind as I move my hand over her belly is; do they know that they took two lives with one stab? I fall beside my body and do the next natural thing; I sob like a small child left abandoned by the world.