psychological-thriller

The sun glowed behind the monotonous, gray January sky, a tease of light through the heavy hazy. Noah gazed out the window. He hated when the sun shined against the overcast sky creating a white, blinding glare while the ball of yellow remained hidden, a tantalizing possibility without a promise. Maybe it would poke through; maybe it wouldn't. That type of sun was a capricious as a woman.

Looking at that pain in her eyes, he felt a closeness with her that he had never experienced before. Like they shared something powerful and unspoken, something so deep and devastating, it bonded them together. He knew then, that if she didn't forgive him, he would never survive.He was nothing without her.

He could still remember how the first sip of wine made him feel.

He's been injecting the anti-aging hormone into his wife.

We all draw different lines. Sometimes they intersect. Sometimes they don__. We agree on forms of evil, but judge degrees of it, saying only the worst of humanity is truly bad. And everything along the gray lines is subject to opinion. These are the lines I constantly live on, crossing through intersections that lead down paths I barely remember. And at certain times, for unknown reasons, the grim reality of consequence decides to rear its ugly head at me, and forces me to see what I__e done. And I find myself staring at_THE DEVIL.

Fear,_ he whispered. __here is nothing quite like it. I love how it looks, I love how it feels, I love how it smells. And I especially love the sound of it._ I felt his tongue on my cheek. __ even love the taste of it

The concrete floor beneath the airbed was hard and uncompromising, digging into her back and making it difficult to breathe. The stale air reeked of disinfectant and shit. And something else that she couldn't quite place. Death, perhaps?

Since her diagnoses she has been fading like a light bulb with cancer__ hand on the rotary dimmer.

Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.

I was taught to deceive by a great deceiver. Jenny will embrace me as a good man. Just as you did...before tonight.

Whatever you__e not telling me, let it go. Emotion leads to poor decisions. Poor decisions lead to scrutiny. Scrutiny is our greatest threat.

Other girls play with soft toys,_ I said, __nd you play with knives_

The young woman's perfect breast didn't yield beneath the gentle pressure of two latexed fingers."What're you doing?" Professor Robert 'Lithium Bob' Beck frowned at me."I don't know. It's what I did when I first saw her_""Why?" asked Doc Donald, about to assist with the post mortem."She seemed so_ pink. Maybe to see if she was alive_" I saw the Prof and the Doc exchange a look. It was an unconventional - no, plain weird - place to touch her.

Mum, your heart is the same size as your fist,_ she told me once in delight, and we both made our hands into fists and held them against our chests and bumped them together: hands as hearts.

Where I__ taking you, no one will ever find us. We__l have all the time in the world for you to grow to love me as much as I love you.

She said that the mummy and the daddy took their daughter up onto the moor. They had a picnic. They__ brought all of her favourite food _ cheese sandwiches on white bread with the crusts cut off and strawberry-pink cupcakes _ and when the little girl had finished eating, she looked around for her mummy and the daddy. But they__ gone. They__ left Evelyn on the moor by herself.

Hello my darling, I__ your real father. I__e been searching for you ever since you were stolen from me. I love you so much. Daddy

It__ as if he__ trodden in my footsteps, seen what I__e seen, felt what I__e felt, as I__e criss-crossed the moors countless times.