Who Killed Hannah? – Andrew Cyr

I so have to figure out who killed, no, who murdered Hannah and why, Francis thought, staring eye-level into a half-empty wineglass as though it were her best friend, a day after Thanksgiving. Why didn’t she have the fucking Smith & Wesson I bought her last Christmas? Francis drew a syringe on an envelope. AnContinue reading “Who Killed Hannah? – Andrew Cyr”

Dusting Off Dreams – The Phone Call – Wattpad

I’d never been one to ask for a girl’s phone number. Well, OK, you got me; I’ve asked plenty of girls for their phone numbers. The problem is—I’d been rejected more times than I can count. It’s not you; It’s me, they’d say. I mean, I’m a good guy. Mom taught me how to treatContinue reading “Dusting Off Dreams – The Phone Call – Wattpad”

Shannon’s Window

(updated repost) It was the summer of 1994 — I’d lived in Seattle, Washington, across the street from Shannon. Our house needed some work, to say the least. It was a fixer-upper for sure. Dad was good with his hands and believed he could restore the home to its original state. I wasn’t so sure.Continue reading “Shannon’s Window”

Dusting Off Dreams – The Key – Wattpad

As a kid, Dad told me he’d leave the house key under a rock near the gazebo and that when I came home from school, it’d be there. Dad said there’d be snacks in the fridge, but to leave his salad alone, which is the first thing I wanted to eat. Since Mom died lastContinue reading “Dusting Off Dreams – The Key – Wattpad”

Dusting Off Dreams – You Remembered – Wattpad

But this can’t be the end, Gina said. Why? I asked. Because … I’m … I’m What, you’re dying? I joked. Don’t tell me, you’re dying. Um… Yeah, that! Gina said. I’m dying. Aren’t going to leave me now, are you? You know what? You’re unbelievable, I said. Gina pressed something against my back, andContinue reading “Dusting Off Dreams – You Remembered – Wattpad”

Guilt Is For The Guilty – Chapter 12 – Wattpad

(view the novella on Wattpad) I started to worry that Mr. Jane would ask for another “loan,” as he called the bank money, which, in a sense, was true. But technically it’s robbery. Mr. Jane paid his bills, but I’d felt he wasn’t cautious, and braggarts ruin good robberies. People who flash the stolen cashContinue reading “Guilt Is For The Guilty – Chapter 12 – Wattpad”

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