Dani Lucille
Bio
College student working and creating stories in my free time. Forensic Science major, expect a strange mix of different genres.
Stories (4/0)
The Bloody Package
It seemed like any ordinary day, so why did everything feel so off? I mean, it was a small, old town, so everything felt off at all times, but this was different. I walked to the barber’s shop just two blocks from the apartment building I was moving into tomorrow. You know, scouting the place out. I had been in town many times before since I lived in the next town over, and it always felt eerie to me. I opened the door to the barber shop as the welcoming bell on it rung its friendly chime. “Georgio! You made it!” Proclamation from the shop owner rings out a cheery tune as he approaches me. He’s a tall Italian man with a large and sturdy build about him. He looks intimidating at first, but that quickly goes away once he starts talking to you. “How are ya, my boy? Settlin’ in to your new place nicely, eh?” he asks. “Yes, Alberto,” I reply, “I’ve been doing quite well. As for the new place, I’m still waiting on a few boxes to finally get started on settling in.” This man grins from ear to ear like no other, “That’s great to hear, Georgio! Once you’re settled in you can start up work here in the shop! Didn’t go to a barber training school the past year for nothing, my boy,” he said. He offered me a job about a year and a half ago because he said the shop needed more people like me. He recommended me to a school in the big city a couple hours away from town where I had spent the last year in training. Now that I had graduated from there, I could finally start working with Alberto as my mentor.
By Dani Lucille3 years ago in Fiction
End of Summer
A warm breeze flows past, tickling my skin and bringing the scent of the meadow with it. I sat in the middle of the field filled with marigolds, eyes closed as the warm sun beams shine on my face. A comfortable, happy, and warm feeling erupted in my chest as I felt his presence wrap around me. His arms bringing even more comfort as he gently held me with so much love emanating from him as he buried his face in my neck. We stayed there for what seemed like hours until he stood up and walked in front of me. He stared out at the field for a few minutes before turning to me and offering his hand. “Let’s go watch the sunset over there, my love,” he said tenderly. I took his hand as he pulled me up to my feet. We ran barefoot over to a small clearing on a hill and sat together hand-in-hand underneath a large oak tree. Its leaves a brilliant green, changing to orange as the setting sun shone on them. The fiery sunset gently cascaded down the sky as it slowly disappeared on the horizon of a lake. Before all of the light had said good night, we ran down the hill to the crystal blue lake at the foot of the hill. We ran into the shallow of the lake and threw water at each other playfully, with him tackling and kissing me as the night grew darker. We laid under the night sky on the soft, dewy grass as we watched the stars twinkle in the dark. The moon shone with a fullness that can only compete with the setting sun we saw earlier. As we laid there, side by side, he held my hand with such love and affection for me. “I wish this night would last forever…” I proclaimed, turning my head to look at him. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, “It will, Darla. I promise that every night will be just like this one.”
By Dani Lucille3 years ago in Fiction
The Cake Was a Lie…
Well… looks like this is it. The day of my death has arrived at last. I’ve been on death row for so many years, I’ve lost count at this point. I’ve forgotten what my crime was, if I even had one to begin with. I sat alone in that cold, empty stone cell for what seemed like days. They had put us into the hardest prison to break out of. All the walls were lined with steel an inch thick in the already thick cement walls. All of the other inmates were screaming suddenly, yelling and throwing slurs left and right. I sat numbingly staring at the wall, waiting for my time to finally come. There was a loud metal click as the lock to my cage was unhinged. The door creaked open loudly as the guard came to collect me. My head lolled over to look at them. “It’s time.” I walked over with a hunch, grudgingly swaying as they clicked the handcuffs on my wrists. Way too tight for any sort of comfort. Walking slowly down the hall with my head down, there were many inmates screaming. Saying that I didn’t deserve the death sentence, that they were too harsh with my punishment. There were others that just watched me with a grin, glad to see me go at last. I had made a lot of friends in here before my trial, but I guess I made some enemies too. Away from all the inmates, as their screams and shouts became distant, everything became darker. You could smell the stench of death that emanated through the air. Toxic chemicals, burned flesh, and other odors you wouldn’t even want to identify.
By Dani Lucille3 years ago in Criminal
