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She was of Darkness;
A creature of the Night. A shadow, a blackness, Hiding from daylight, Shyly scurrying from sight. He was of Moonshine; A being of moonlight. Like a diamond mine, A soft glow in the night. Shadowed brother of sunlight. Lonely were the two, Till they found each other. Late at night, awake few, Shadow and Moonlight played together, One following the other wherever. She was of Darkness, He was of Moonshine; He was brightest in her blackness, and she was sharpest in his shine. This was the tale of the two angels of the night.
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“Why did you kill her?”
The interrogation room was dark and empty. The investigator was intimidating enough as well. But those were merely the reasons the young man accused of murder had to tremble in fear. It was no use denying that he killed her; regardless of the odds, he was caught in the act. He had no choice but to tell the truth, maybe twist a detail or two to get things to work out for him. “She was acting different,” the accused confessed, “when I went to her in the kitchen and tried to talk to her. Something seemed wrong with her, she seemed scared. She was avoiding me as I tried to ask her what was wrong. She wouldn't look up, avoiding eye contact at all times. In avoiding me, she went out of the kitchen from the backdoor into the thin alleyway that was full of unwanted equipment. It was an area treated like a storage room and it also had vines of plants wildly growing over the walls and things. It was no surprise when she tripped over something and fell forward. I came to her aid but she told me to stay away. I slowed down but she didn't get up. She sat on her knees trembling miserably. Her eyes glaring down and her hands tightened to fists. Concerned, I went closer and put a hand on her shoulder. Don't touch me, she screamed and lashed out at me. She had a long rusty nail made of thick metal hidden in her grasp that she scarred my cheek with. I was sure she was trying to do worse and I was scared of how she was behaving. I tried to hold her back and stop her. It was all in panic. I didn't even realize I was on top of her and grasping her neck tight. It was only when her sister saw me and screamed out that I realized my cousin was lying dead and I was the one who choked her.” The investigator took his notes but said nothing. He showed no empathy or surprise or any emotion at all. It was impossible to guess whether the investigator believed the story or not, but at least Harold hid his ill intentions for the girl he ended up killing. The murdered girl's mother was brought in next to tell anything she may have known and wanted to say. “You were the last person who saw your daughter alive, is that correct,” the investigator asked. “Yes.” “Will you please share the details, anything you would consider relevant?” “Yes,” the woman spoke, “I was cooking lunch in the kitchen when Emma approached me. She looked nervous, worse than she had been for the past few days during which her cousins were staying over. She seemed uncomfortable with their visit, I just thought she didn't like them and I figured she should have been better because they were just about to leave. But she came and told me the strangest of things; she said that her cousins wanted to take her with them. She made it sound like they were planning to kidnap her. It felt really silly to me because I didn't understand why they wanted to take her and how could they possibly force her. I didn't put much thought into it, didn't get a chance to either because soon the doorbell rang. I knew it was my in-laws who came to take Emma's cousins back home, so I went to greet them immediately. It was by the time I had brought them to the lounge that I heard Molly's scream from the alley.” “Okay thank you,” the investigator said blandly, “may I speak to Molly next?” The woman nodded and soon enough the younger sister of the murdered girl had replaced the mother on the interrogation chair. “Molly, I know it may be painful but please recall how you ended up at the scene, what you saw and anything else relevant that needs to be known.” “Okay,” the teenage girl said nervously, “so basically the doorbell rang and mom called for me to gather my cousins, make sure they are ready to leave. I couldn't find Harold, so I ran about the house calling for him. Then… someone told me that he went out of the kitchen backdoor. So, I went that way and found him choking the already lifeless body of my older sister. I screamed out. He turned to face me in alarm, fresh blood coming from a thick scar on his cheek, and only then did he seem to realize what he had done. He got up in panic and maybe tried to explain himself but soon the whole family was there.” The investigator stopped writing and stared at his notes, then looked up at Molly. “Who told you he was in the alleyway again?” “I… I don't know… don't remember… it all happened so fast, someone just called out to me while I asked around, I forgot who exactly it was,” Molly responded with increasing nervousness. The callous investigator stared at the white-faced teenager with suspicion for a while but then said, “okay thank you, you may go.” “Who did tell you about where Harold was,” Molly's mother dared to ask on the ride home, the answer already becoming clear in her mind. “Emma,” Molly replied without much emotion, “Emma did.” She gazed out the car window as she recalled clearly seeing her sister running someplace. Upon seeing Molly, Emma told her to go fetch Harold from the alley and ran off ahead. Molly also remembered that the Emma she saw, before she found the dead Emma, had a severe redness around her neck and strange paleness to her face. “If only the police would believe the whole story,” the mother muttered, “Emma’s soul would have found peace." Tell Me God
Tell me God, if I am a sinner Why do I feel Guilty, Or if I am an Angel, Why do I keep sinning? Tell me God, Why am I not in Heaven Nor in Hell, But stuck in The Earth, in the middle? Tell me God, Why You made me like this; A pure Innocent soul Trapped in a body of filth? Tell me God, will You throw me in Hell And let my Good efforts go in vain, Or will You forgive it all Regardless of me causing other’s Pain? Tell me God, what is Your Plan? Why me, why here, why now? Why of all creatures, a Man? How’d You think of this; How? Please o please, Tell me God Share with me Your Plan. |
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