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Blind Justice

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  “No, please don’t kill me!” “Kerry, wake up! You’re having a nightmare!” I opened my eyes to find my husband by my side. “Is it the same one again?” “Yes.” “Maybe we should make an appointment with a therapist.” “No, I don’t need a therapist; I need to know that my parents’ killer will remain behind bars.” “I’ll try my best, but there’s so much that even I can do.” “If he gets out, I’m killing him.” “Sawyer’s just six years old; I don’t want him losing his mother right now. Besides, the man has been inside for 25 years now.” “Yes, Roy, but I also know that I won’t be able to rest until he’s dead.” Roy sighed, getting to his feet. “There’s no point talking when you’re like this,” he said before leaving the room. I tried closing my eyes, but that man’s face still crept into my head. I got off the bed and went to Sawyer’s room. Roy was sitting beside him as he slept. “He’s smiling in his sleep. You think it’ll be the same if you were in jail?” I didn’t answer. I stayed with them for a c

Abducted

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Two children in our neighborhood had gone missing recently. In both instances, there had been a blue van parked in the vicinity. The same thing had happened six years ago, but the children were never found. It was unsettling; my husband and I were scared for our children. We weren’t the only ones. No children were allowed to ride their bicycles or play in the yard unsupervised. Moreover, we had jobs to do, so we couldn’t watch our sons constantly. We dropped them off at school and my mom picked them up until we came to get them. She kept them at her palace until we got off. One morning, however, I woke up two hours late. “Jacob, we overslept!” “What? I didn’t even hear the alarm.” I quickly rushed to the children’s room to wake them up. Their beds were empty, and the lampshades laid shattered on the floor. My heart began to pound as I frantically ran to the closet. It was empty. I checked under the beds; they weren’t there either. I called out to the boys as I felt my stomach wring at

Betrayed

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I woke up to darkness; a lightless, hazy night. A faint fog permeated the air around me, impairing my vision from grasping the figures ahead. I got to my feet and looked around. There was hardly a voice or whisper in the wind, save the soft rustling of trees. As I took some steps forward, the scenery before me became clearer: rows of stone slabs were on the ground; some stood tall, while others laid crumbled. Am I in a cemetery? Suddenly, I sensed a presence approach me. However, I could neither hear nor see anyone . The wind grew stronger — h eavier — as if it were whirling towards me. I was ready to run when a voice called out to me from behind. "Sonia?" The winds subsided, and I recognised the voice. It was one I hadn't heard in a year. I quickly turned around and was left speechless the second our eyes met. It was my late husband standing before me. “Glen, is that really you?” “Yes, but what are you doing here?” “Am I... Am I dead?” “Yes, but how did this happen?” “I

A Holiday Hazard

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  Days were passing and Christmas was nearing, but I was barely prepared. I knew that at that rate, I would be busy setting things up even on Christmas Eve. I wish mom was here; things would’ve been so much easier and fun. Mom used to take care of everything because my work always kept me occupied. It made me wonder whether I appreciated her enough while she was still around. “Earth to Violet, do you copy?” I almost jumped out of my chair; I didn’t realise my coworker Ralph was standing next to me. “Oh, hey! Sorry, I was spacing out.” “The GM wants to see you. Looks like you may be stuck here on the 24th, too.” “Tyler isn’t going to be very happy about it.” “If you don’t have any plans for Christmas, you can bring him to our house. My wife and daughter would love to see you two.” “I’ll let you know.” When I entered the GM’s office, someone I did not expect was there with him. “Violet, it has been a while. You’re looking good.” “Hello, Clive. And yes, the divorce has helped a lot. What’

A Dark Christmas

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  It was Christmas eve: the most difficult day of the year to send my son, Sammy, to bed. Every year, he tried his best to stay up for Santa. He always complained that he never got to do anything he wanted, and that being a kid was unfair. “Grown-ups can stay up till late all they want, but I can't even see Santa. I can’t wait to grow up.” “You won’t care about Santa when you’re grown up, Sammy.” “No, I’ll always care about him!” Sammy went to bed after hugging me a few minutes later, but he was still annoyed. I wished my brother Peter was still with us; he knew all the right things to say, and how to bargain with Sammy. Afterwards, I finished my chores and joined my husband Jeffrey in bed. I was falling asleep when there was a sudden noise from downstairs. Jeffrey jumped out of bed and grabbed his baseball bat. “Check on Sammy; I’ll go downstairs.” I rushed to Sammy's room; he was fast asleep. I locked his room door and went to the kitchen; I picked up the meat cleaver and rus

Christmas Chaos

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  It was two weeks before Christmas, but I was far from being prepared; the tree wasn’t put up, and nothing had been bought. With the constant lockdowns this year, I had just lost all interest and energy, but I still wanted to shed the negativity from my body. When I went downstairs, however, I found that my husband, Preston, and son, Joshua, had already put up the Christmas tree and even decorated it. “Mommy look at what we did!” “It’s beautiful, hun. Good work!” The three of us then fixed the wall decorations and the crib. Even though it was a simple task, doing it with my family was rejuvenating to my soul. I was called in for work the following day, even though I was on leave; lockdown or not, law enforcement found no rest. To make matters even worse, we were understaffed as seventeen of my colleagues were already under quarantine. It was heartbreaking seeing my son plead with me to stay, but I had no choice. When I got back home that evening, Joshua was asleep on the couch; he had

Trapped in Darkness

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I was trapped in darkness. I moved my hand to switch on the lampshade, but what I found was a vertical wooden frame. I panicked and sat up, only to hit my head on the cover. It was then that utter dread took over me. I was locked in a coffin. What’s going on here? Where am I? I began to hyperventilate. Beating on the coffin bore me no good, and neither did screaming. My throat was hoarse; I could barely breathe as my body trembled uncontrollably. It’s over for me... I’m going to die here. I did not know how much time passed, but it was an eternity. My head was weary, my eyes were heavy; I could feel my energy drain away each second. Then, when I was slipping out of consciousness, I heard a faint creak. I felt hands pulling me out and trying to revive me. Seconds passed and I was looking over my lifeless body. Right then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find my mother standing behind me. “Mum? Am I dead?” “No, Tatiyana, it’s not your time. You need to go back to your fa