Detective Jorgensen was the best detective on the force. But for once, a case was alluding her. Men were dying, dying fast, and no one knew who the allusive "Murderess" truly was.

Murderess wasn't one for subtlety. She loved recognition, lived for attention. But for once, she was trying to stay in the shadows. But could she?

A short poem about things you shouldn't do with the door open. 

Fuck, where am I?I thought, looking at my surroundings as best I could. Why the hell am I tied up?From somewhere out of my line of vision, a gruff voice said, "I think she's awake." Then a dark hand covered my face.

Jamie leads a suckish life. Her parents are always fighting, she has one friend who she barely speaks to, and everybody hates her. Except her older sister, who ran off with a boy, and no one has seen since Christmas 3 years ago. Her only escapes are writing in her diary and talking to the person in her head. If only life didn't suck.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

The question pulled Rebecca Hawes out of her daydream as she looked up at the woman in front of her. It was a question she had been asked many times.

“Ok,” Rebecca whispered, looking up into the eyes of her schools counselor. “I just want to be ok.”