Deek’s Lompoc group is struggling to find decent food. Their hunting expedition turned on them . . . the hunters became the hunted. Swiftly the bull sea lion lunged to his right, grabbing the shouting victim by the throat. The bleeding man released a scream angering his attacker further. Shaking his head back and forth, [...]
Archive for June 2012
Food Chain Leave a comment
Sneak Attack Leave a comment
Aerin is not alone on Kaikoura’s shoreline. Freedom always has a price. Aerin’s Journals: He was upon me. Long fingers clamped around my throat. Harder and harder the stranger squeezed. Sitting on the rocks and caught off balance, all I could do was claw at the man’s hands then his face. If only I could [...]
Freedom? 1 comment
Aerin cannot take being confined any longer. Now seventeen-years-old, living within the crystallized dome matrix of New Zealand’s South Island, Aerin feels trapped within a horrible version of “The Wizard of Oz.” Aerin’s Journals: Bookless, I trudged down my aunt and uncle’s driveway with journal in hand. The closer I got to the newly constructed [...]
Evil Strikes Leave a comment
Hailee, Lachlan’s fiancé, seems to be one of J.R.’s victims but lived to tell about it. She and others refer to him as the Christian, a man with the gift of gab and determined to sell spirituality . . . his version. Hailee’s Journals: Unsteady on my high-heels, I felt a large hand grab my [...]
Evil Lurks Leave a comment
Now we meet Joseph R. Smith, or shortened to J.R. This person appears to have nothing but destruction on his mind. And, I am not even sure Joseph Smith is his real name . . . don’t drink the Kool Aid (remember Jim Jones)! J.R.’s Journals: Under a dimly lit streetlight I strolled. Maturity hovered [...]
Inferno Killer Leave a comment
This entry was found in one of Constable Kittelty’s journals but written by another’s hand: Anonymous: Upside one cheek and down the other, gasoline was sprayed onto the latest victim’s face. He never flinched. He never blinked. His eyes were glazed over and stared at nothing in particular. Completely saturated, the man’s gas-soaked dark hair [...]
Think Tank Leave a comment
From several people’s journals I have discovered there is a serial killer, the Inferno Killer, lurking about Kaikoura, New Zealand. This is an excerpt from Kyle Kittelty’s journals, the constable in charge of the Inferno Killer’s case. Constable Kittelty’s Journals: On the South Peninsula of Kaikoura a clandestine “think tank” had emerged post-Worldwide War III, [...]
Show No Skin 1 comment
Below is an excerpt from Maktan Sirhan’s journals after her escape from Syria. It is not clear who fathered Mu’mad. Maktan’s entries are always shielded, as if she is afraid someone will read her words someday! Maktan’s Journal: I am Muhammad’s mother, although affectionately I refer to him in short as Mu’mad. We are proud [...]
Reaper Island Leave a comment
With cavalier attitudes, many of the prisoners ignored the African Government’s clause regarding non-violence. Their checkered pasts were suddenly wiped clean. They were free. True they had to renounce their American citizenship . . . but they were finally home. However, what the prisoners did not realize was the African Government was keeping a very [...]
