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She slathered more grease on the actuating arms and a few of the more rusted teeth of the gears. “I’m not sure this is going to help. This piece of junk has sat far too long without any care.”
She closed the cover of the mammoth war machine and stepped back. “Punch it Louis!”
He turned his cap backward and pumped diesel through the veins of this metal creature. When Louis pressed the ignition switch the gears and plates trembled before breaking their bond of rust and years of dirt. The armored suit took one step then another.
She let out a yell and raised her grease smeared arms in victory. If they can revive a few more of these beasts, the allies may yet have a chance.
» Posted By EliseV On 02.17.2016 @ 2:16 pm
He scanned as much of the dark room as his eyes would allow. He felt it, the weight of its presence. He thought they were finished with him these visits were over. There would be no more lights, no more experiments. It moved from the shadow toward him large black almond eyes held no comfort. It wasn’t over, it would never be over.
» Posted By EliseV On 07.13.2015 @ 10:31 am
He watched her through the glass. The nervous twitch of her hands. She wanted to drink the glass of water but didn’t want to give them her fingerprints. She shifted in the uncomfortable wooden chair for the umpteenth time. Her hand shook as her fingers combed through her hair now unkempt from doing this over and over in the three hours he let her stew in the interrogation room. Her nervous gestures telling her guilt in the sad crime amused him.
» Posted By EliseV On 10.13.2014 @ 7:15 am
She walked down the aisle of the airship. Designer clothing, shoes polished to a high shine. Even one of those popular purse puppies tucked under her arm. The grand dame looked around as she passed through the curtains into first class as though we had been privileged to be graced by her presence.
» Posted By EliseV On 09.20.2014 @ 7:35 am
This was a fine mess he’d gotten himself into. He could hear the sirens blaring as they came down the street. The sound of their tires squealing as the coppers skidded to a stop right out front of his hiding place.
They must have spotted the getaway car out front. “Damn it!” he swore half under his breath. He should have held onto that dame for a hostage, he might have had a way out of this. He looked down at the bag of money on the floor next to him. Maybe all those greenbacks weren’t worth this kind of trouble.
Hushed voices came from the back of the abandoned shop Blue and red lights flashed as silhouettes of men with raised guns passed by the painted over glass of the storefront. There was no place to go.. He was cornered and on his way back to the big house.
» Posted By EliseV On 06.16.2014 @ 6:28 pm
“Bartender, refill.” This was a hell of a case. The kind that made an investigator chase his tail before he could get a decent lead. How did he get mixed up in all of this chaos?
He gave a snort and knocked back the fresh glass of bourbon. He knew exactly what got him into this mess. Toughts of chasing the doe eyed skirt who sauntered into his office with a sad story and tear in her eye. There was probably an onion slice in that silk hanky.
He motioned to the bartender for another. “Make this one a triple, Maybe you should just leave the bottle. Old Jim here and I need a long conversation about a dame.”
» Posted By EliseV On 01.10.2014 @ 8:20 am
He stepped back and gazed at the blood spattered on the wall. The victim had been removed but evidence of his violent death was painted dark red across the wall like a high gloss white canvas. The pattern of spray and dots seemed geometric. Maybe the killer fancied himself to be Monet or Van Gogh. Maybe Dali, the bastard was definitely mad.
» Posted By EliseV On 12.04.2013 @ 6:49 pm
A routine day in the shop, was all I wanted. Just a normal unbothered day of customers, dusting antiques, and inventory. Until the crate arrived, until I opened it. The contents would change everything I knew. No more routine days in the shop.
» Posted By EliseV On 10.27.2013 @ 10:25 am
The blood dampened messaged read. “I have the proof. Meet tonight at the Black Pony. Bring the money and come alone.”
By the knife sticking out of her husband’s corpse in the bar’s parking lot she derived he had been the victim of a payoff gone wrong. A search of his body as she called 911 produced nothing but a wallet, broken watch, and key ring.
As she played the part of distraught wife to the operator, she glimpsed an envelope under the car. That was it, her darkness revealed. But who else knew her secret?
» Posted By EliseV On 07.10.2013 @ 12:46 pm
This part of the jogging path was secluded from the park. Usually she enjoyed her run in the quiet of the night, but something about the thick copse of trees on each side made her feet move just a bit faster. She felt eyes bore into her back as she broke out into a full run. Her breath panted harder as footsteps began to echo hers from behind. They were getting faster, closer.. She didn’t dare glance back. Run just run, she told her feet, and they might make it out alive.
» Posted By EliseV On 05.30.2013 @ 11:32 am
He stood on the edge of the cliffs and gazed out at the never ending ocean. It looked like solace, a place he could finally find peace. At the same time it seemed so very far away. The roar of the waves pounding the rock below echoed up to remind him of the last time he stood in this spot. Only then he wasn’t alone, he’d brought her here.
» Posted By EliseV On 04.20.2013 @ 8:19 am
His back was up against the wall, literally and figuratively. The rain damp brick soaked through his shirt as he pressed against the rain damp brick to peek around the corner. Two men skidded around the corner beyond headed in his direction unconcealed weapons in their hands. The alley where he stood was a dead end. He let out a slow breath and checked the clip in his gun. Empty. He leaned against the wall, his lungs burned from the run, his heart pounding in his ears, as, the footfalls of his enemies moved closer. The only way out was the hard way.
» Posted By EliseV On 02.04.2013 @ 7:39 am
The room was quiet but for the sound of water dripping in the corner, It was dark and damp, smelled like dirt. She twisted and pulled at the ropes on her wrists. A sound from the corner made her pause. Scratch.. scratch…the rustle of paper or maybe cloth then a large rat ran across her feet. She gasped and wiggled her feet as much as the ropes would let her. There wasn’t much time left, she worked harder and manged to loosen the knots just enough. Her hands trembled and pulled furiously on the other bonds until the door creaked and a sliver of light crept toward her. He was back.
» Posted By EliseV On 01.18.2013 @ 2:16 pm
Instead of staking out the local chop shop he could be out with Gina, or Lola. Oh yeah Lola. He popped the lid off his coffee and tossed it onto the dash with the rest of the nights’ collection. Maybe this one wouldn’t taste like used oil. After seven hours of crap coffee and no action, he watched the sleek sedan pull up to the garage door. The detective took a tentative sip and sighed as a big man stepped out of the car and straightened his coat. He regretfully tossed the first decent cup of java all night out the window and flipped on the flashing lights at least his wasn’t the only date to get ruined tonight.
» Posted By EliseV On 11.26.2012 @ 4:56 pm
A drop of sweat rolled down his the side of his face. He ignored the sensation as his eye stayed steady in the scope, waiting for the first glimpse of his target. The glass doors of the office building opened, a figure stepped out into the sun light. A stillness fell over the roof as the sniper let out a breath and squeezed the trigger.
» Posted By EliseV On 09.06.2012 @ 1:02 pm
The detective rolled the over body, the texture of the tile and pooling of blood under the skin made markings on her body that looked like tribal paint. The tribe of death, she died too young and he was getting too damn old for this kind of case.
» Posted By EliseV On 09.02.2012 @ 7:29 am
The door slammed shut, he could hear the bolt slide into place. “Damn.” There was always a reason those mysterious notes say come alone It was a trap, his gut was right instinct had been right but he came anyway. Now he had two options, wait for his captor to kill him or search for escape.
» Posted By EliseV On 08.01.2012 @ 12:08 pm
The clatter of a coffee cup being set on the desk brought his attention from the files long enough to grunt a thanks. This was one hell of a mystery, he had no idea where to start the search for this dame’s sister. She was like smoke in fog, and he was one puzzled gumshoe.
» Posted By EliseV On 07.25.2012 @ 1:30 pm
The gun trembled slightly in his hand, this was his first day in uniform on patrol. He was supposed to be sitting in the coffee shop eating donuts not in the middle of a face off with a gang punk and an AK pointed at his head.
» Posted By EliseV On 07.19.2012 @ 11:31 am
The crew muttered and crossed themselves as the heavy fog settled over the ship. “It’s a witch fog!” One cried out.
The captain took a breath of the damp air and peered out into the haze. “Stand your posts, it’s just fog.” In his mind, he said his own prayers against the Kracken and sirens.
» Posted By EliseV On 07.16.2012 @ 8:08 am
The detective sighs watching the water slosh out onto the grass from the pump. It’s made a horrible racket for the neighbors all night. He walks over and peers over the edge of the pool. The murky water was still emptying, the body at the bottom yet to be revealed.
» Posted By EliseV On 06.04.2012 @ 4:56 pm
A gentle smile touched his lips as he held the cap in his hands. Oh the memories this single object held. Home run at the big game, his first kiss, nights fishing at the lake with is pals. Each scuff and tear has a story. He smiled thinking if any one thing could tell the tale of his life it would be this cap.
» Posted By EliseV On 06.04.2012 @ 10:49 am
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The blue green waters of the ocean rolled over her feet then back out again. The waves rumbled and rolled as white foam tumbled on the tops. The sky was bright not a cloud in it. Such a beautiful day to be on the beach, so much to admire. Yet, all she could think of were her lips were chapped.
» Posted By EliseV On 04.24.2012 @ 11:59 am