It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage the earth.
A.J. WainesTag: fiction crime psychological-thriller fictional-london
He could still remember how the first sip of wine made him feel.
Dianne HarmanTag: suspense psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
This madman must be stopped.
Dianne HarmanTag: insanity psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
Honey, I usually get $300, but I like you, so I'll just take $200.
Dianne HarmanTag: suspense substance-abuse psychological-thriller prostitute addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
There's talk he's become emotionally unhinged.
Dianne HarmanTag: insanity depression substance-abuse psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
The Old Ones say you can feel your spirit during a Vision Quest.
Dianne HarmanTag: native-american psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery
He's been injecting the anti-aging hormone into his wife.
Dianne HarmanTag: suspense psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
She pulled off the highway and quickly changed into the burkha.
Dianne HarmanTag: depression suspense psychological-thriller addiction-and-recovery anti-aging
She had been lying there, facedown in the water long before the tide had turned at 3.04 that morning. Her eyes were staring into the river, her blonde hair first fanning out, then drawing back under her head with the wash of the water, like a pulsating jellyfish. The belt of her raincoat was caught on the branches of an overhanging tree and she’d been hooked, destined to forever flap against the corner of the broken pier with outstretched arms. She wasn’t going anywhere now; she was simply bobbing up and down with the rhythm of the water - and she hadn’t blinked in a long while.
A.J. WainesTag: mystery suspense crime-fiction contemporary-fiction psychological-thriller crime-thriller
...We were pulling into the next station, when the woman suddenly got to her feet and made a move to squeeze past me. As her knees made contact with mine, she turned towards me. Her eyes locked straight onto mine, her eyelids pinned back, with a look I could only describe as sheer dread. In the next second, deep tram-lines formed between her eyebrows and her expression shifted. It was as if she was silently imploring me, entreating me. To do what? I had no idea. I was immobile, her gaze pressing me into my seat by some centrifugal force and I held her stare, unsure of how to react. Just as swiftly, she dropped her eyes and the moment passed. With one final glance behind her, she was swallowed up in the bodies at the door.
She was getting off. Something wasn’t right.
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