When I get a job, I don’t ask questions. ​ It doesn’t matter to me who a person is or what they did. In my line of work, you can’t be sentimental. What I do is never personal. Someone wants someone else dead, so they pay me to kill them. That’s the beginning, middle and end of the story. That said - I still learn about my targets as I study them. Like the most recent one. Cadence Pine. ​ From what I dug up, she had an interesting story. Started out as a promising musician, before losing it all thanks to some sleezbag producer. She’d tried to take him to court, although it was only after the s ..read more

You know why your school got shot up? It's because you didn't notice the signs. It's very simple actually. While you were trying to get Lisa's number the bullies were slamming Johnny's head into a locker a few feet away. While you were giggling loudly with friends Johnny was getting chewed out by the teacher for laughing too. While you were enjoying lunch Johnny sat on his own with no money to afford it. While you were watching videos after finishing your test Johnny was looking at guns without even starting his, causing a suspension. While you and your friends covered your nostrils from the ..read more

Your whole life flashes before your eyes, before you die. You remember the good times, and the bad. Your life almost replays itself, cutting out the crap, and only remembering the good parts. And that was happening to me, right now. I remember my family…my parents, my sisters, my aunts and uncles. Summers at my grandma’s beach house. Christmases, birthdays, weddings, I remember it all. I remember all the fun times I had at school, with all of my friends. The graduation prank we played on the principal, who was still laughing about it 20 years later. Studying hard at college, getting my degree ..read more

He stood alone amidst a luxurious suite at the center of a decadent penthouse, which sat perched like a crown jewel atop the best hotel in the city. He lit a cigarette, the small flame burning orange amidst the room’s stifling darkness, momentarily brightening his impossibly handsome face as it lapped hungrily at the tip, until smoke slowly curled upward like departing souls. “Most souls go down, not up,” he sneered. Suddenly a door creaked open, spilling yellow light into the dark. A silhouette entered slowly, feebly, hobbling inside with labored breaths. A lamp flared to life. An ancient ma ..read more

The boxes are left on people’s doorsteps. They are all the same box: Cardboard, small enough to fit a cat, with the top taped up. Bland. Closer examination reveals a lack of any postage stamps or return addresses. Nobody will find out who has sent them. People open their doors for different reasons. Some are getting that morning’s paper or are leaving for work, coffee in hand. Why does not matter. All that matters is what they find, and what they find are… … Boxes. They see the boxes first. Thoughts end in quotation marks and exclamation points and three periods extending into forever. A few ..read more

Even though I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that she was unfit to run a hot dog stand, let alone this glorious business that I have dedicated my whole life to, I have only been trying to help her. I showed her how everything was always done here under the previous boss, who died in a tragic boating accident. I explained all the rules down to the details such as the placement of notepads. Women supporting women, you know. Not for her sake, I couldn't care less if she dies or lives (although, I might as well be honest and say at this point I lean towards death), but for the sake of the com ..read more

Prinaka does love me but she just hasn't realised it yet. Sometimes we don't realise things until it's too late and Prinaka hasn't realised that she actually does love. She loves me so much that she will actually take a bullet for me and I am going to help her realise that. I have been observing her movement in day to day everyday life and I am so sure of it that she loves me. She truly loves me and I have walked past her many times. I need to make her realise that she is in love with me and once she realised that she loves me, it will be smooth sailing. When I tied her up in my cell she was ..read more

I’m the guy who does audio effects for movies. I think I discovered a sound that’s contagious.You probably never give a second thought to the work it takes to make your favorite films sound good, but if I yanked out the sound bed—all that ambience—you’d be walking out of the theater. No room is totally silent; you’ve got buzzing lights, squeaky fans, hissing radiators… all of that needs to be edited in. But first, it has to be collected. Between gigs I travel to remote locations with my microphone. This particular trip took me to a tiny mountain town in Idaho, where I rented an ancient A-fram ..read more

His body stood upright, with his skin sloughed around his feet like a melted candle. His skull, bloody and slightly caved in, was positioned towards the door as if he had been expecting us. We were small-town cops, the kind who chased away stoned teens from abandoned barns or busted house parties full of underage drinkers. We, at least I, have never come across something like this. We got the mid-day call about a trespasser in some dilapidated farm building. The caller said they could see him through the window, just standing there. Said there was something wrong with him. Naturally, we thoug ..read more

15 people sitting in a room. 10 come and go every two years but 5 always stay. They sit in the room and talk, sometimes the meetings are planned, sometimes they are sudden. These 15 people control the lives of 8 billion. They debate about the worse things imaginable: genocide, bombings, torture and they debate it calmly. Sometimes they threaten the persecutors of these crimes, sometimes they threaten each other. They’re all afraid, if each other, of what they represent. One day one person starts yelling in anger, then another, then another. Eventually a heated argument breaks out, then contin ..read more