http://slow.writerscafe.org/jjriasm The original writings of author jay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776259731 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A heavy fog hung inside my mind, dampening any chance there was that I would be interested in what was going on around me. That was why Kelley drove, with Tyler in the passenger seat, leaving me to lean against the frosty car window in the back and stare blankly as the world flew by. Fall had truly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1490692/ “I’ll never forget you, Darren.” After discarding her dying cigarette, she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket and, scanning the ground beneath her feet, started a slow walk across the bridge in the suddenly piercingly cold autumn air. I watched helplessly as the world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1490689/ We leaned against the guardrail of the rickety wooden bridge, blowing smoke into the frosty evening air. The scene was dimly lit by a rusty lamp on either end of the bridge, and the calming silence was broken only by the sound of a gentle creek running beneath us. Despite the cool, August air, I fel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1490547/ Darren's life is falling apart as pieces of his broken past resurface, and his search for closure soon turns to a search for anything to numb the pain, but there are bigger problems on the horizon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1490536/ Thoughts flew threw Hannah's head so quickly she could barely take in the fact that her trusted friend had a knife to her throat. She thought back to everything she knew about serial killers and all the clues she should have put together a long time ago.           Micha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1391585/ Hannah left Wesley's place late that evening to walk home. Outside she was greeted by a cool August breeze. It was a beautiful day for a walk. She scanned the quiet landscape before her until her eyes settled on a piece of paper threaded into the fence, gently flapping in the breeze. It couldn't hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1385755/ A  college-age guy in a sleeveless shirt and shorts answered the door at 030 Conch Alley. He looked innocent enough. "Hey," he said, "Wesley. Never thought you'd be back after the third time I kicked your a*s out."          "Oh, god," Wesley groaned. "You are just tangl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1383032/ The night air settled quietly around Hannah and Wesley as they got comfortable behind the bushes in Hannah's front yard. For what felt like an eternity, they sat in silence and watched the mailbox. After hours of waiting had crawled by, Hannah finally asked, "Wes, how long has it been?"Wesley g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1376743/ In her seemingly endless hours of research, Hannah had gone off on a tangent when Michael's face, seven years younger, turned up in one of the local news stories. Intrigued, she read through the article again and again, her heart sinking further and further with the weight of each word. A large phot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1375439/ The house across the street had stood dark and empty for as long as Hannah could remember, and that night was no different. Watching it from her bedroom window, she had expected to at least see some movement within the house. Michael must have been living alone. Hannah decided she’d go and se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1373734/ Hours before Hannah or her father would even consider waking up on a Saturday, the phone rang. A gravelly voice asked for Hannah, and her father was happy to hand the phone off to her and return to bed. “Hello?” she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes and glaring at her tangled locks of hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1371026/ “The disappearance of these girls is odd, Miss Robinson, but there just isn’t any evidence to link the cases. We’re looking at two isolated incidents.” The police chief paused and gave Hannah one last tentative look in the eye. “And what kind of maniac would murder teen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1363637/ Two young girls disappear, and when police suspend the case, Hannah Robinson is left to investigate. But it's far too late when she realizes how dangerously close she is to the killer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjriasm/1363633/