Crispin Case-Leng
Stories (3/0)
The High Society
It happen’s on each full moon. The lights above the city intensify, reaching a peak at around 2 am. A continuous drone as deep as doom vibrates the citizens cells to their very nucleus. And, at some point during this, those individuals deemed beautiful enough to have received a golden, heart shaped locket, vanish into the lights above. Into what is known as The High Society.
By Crispin Case-Leng3 years ago in Fiction
Renumeration
This is it. You're outta luck. Outta luck and outta time. The sudden, stifling journey in the boot of an unknown vehicle all but promised you that. You search, frantic for evidence contradicting your guilt, but it's no use. You know. They know. Pretty much the entire town knows. Something has been amiss over the previous week. The air of the room in which you sit has a dreadful smell. A dampness that tickles the throat and behind that, something sinister.
By Crispin Case-Leng3 years ago in Criminal