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Four Corners

Consciousness was returning, they opened their eyes to blinding lights and thumping heads. Questions were all swimming in their minds, barely formed but still there, as their vision adjusted to the brightly lit room, and the dull thump in their heads subdued.   There were four in total. All were gagged, so they couldn’t cry…

Confessions of a Serial Killer

Writer’s note: This is an extract from an ongoing writing project, it is written from the perspective of a serial killer on the loose, and is purely a work of fiction. I like to think, that before someone dies, they think of their mother. Freshly cooked dinner sitting invitingly at the table, the picture of…