Murder in Suburbia (ooh! cool title!) I thought I was losing it. You Hold My Heart (story for Cathie Tranent’… He was meant to be home. She sat and waited; watching the shadows creep towards her. Mary, Marie, How does your Garden Grow? A little tale about neighbours, gardening and the blood thirsty spirit of competition. Practicalities Dead? / Thoughts jumped rapidly through his head. Synapses quickly pushed aside denial and were replaced by scenes that now made perfect se… Always a Woman to Me (Mature) White Picket Fence Angela never thought her life would end this way. Nice, dull people like Angela don’t usually draw their last breath in the midst of viole… Paper Daises A little girl has an interesting art. / copyright2009 by John Braxton Sparks Summer Breeze Adjusting the top of her bikini, she knew he would never stray again Fragile Things Moments are fragile things. Story within a Story From / Vicki’s / Jack / in old London / to / last night / in Soho Shades Of Gray The world can’t truly be captured in the photographic lens of black and white. A Story of a Boy, and Part of the Journey K and A had planned it out well. I was in the right place at the right time. K would be rid of me forever and the Nazi would be in jail fo… Bed Of Leaves By: Solar Zorra and John Braxton Sp… He should have felt more comfortable. / A story written by Solar Zorra and John Braxton Sparks Underneath The Mistletoe (A Holiday Tale) The amber glow of the candles warmed Alicia’s heart like the gracious glow of an Angel’s Halo. Girl in the Window – Short Story In the mirror was a little girl holding her doll and laughing. Red Paint I Write to you now, accused of a crime so Maniacal that I could never commit .But you see, I have an acute sense of sight, and I see many a… Scorpio Murder Case March 28,2008 / Detective Stevens was in charge of investigating a series of murders that have been occurring at the capital city of Guyana… Sweet is the Virign Perfection doesn’t falter You’re guilty of first degree murder. You’re guilty of first degree murder. Nighttime is My Time Twenty-five years later, Jean Sheridan returns to Stonecroft Academy as an honoree. Upon arrival, she learns that five of her lunch table f… A PRECIOUS STORY A SAD TALE OF MURDER The Swaine Witch. An innocent story of life, love, grenades, anti-personnel mines and a child-eating grandmother. Confession You can’t dance in flames and not expect to get burned. What is love, after all, but not flames? Killer I staggered through the dark tunnel, grimacing over knowing what I was about to do. What I was about to do with the frosty handle that I gr… An extract (Mature) Tarot The old gypsy woman was blind: her eyes were whitely opaque, yet Jim felt like she could see right into his soul. Katie Sometimes a lie is the best thing. This truth doesn’t come easy. / copyright2009 by John Braxton Sparks Art and Flesh I don’t know exactly when I decided to kill him. The fact is that Eric Miller was dead, and he didn’t even know it yet. I saw myself, stand… Troll What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR… Settling of Debt I stared at the ceiling fan as it went round and round and round. Feeling dizzy, I slowly looked back towards the front of the classroom w… The Robin Hood Murders- Chapter 3 Max Coons was a quiet, observant presence in his shop as I admired his work. His love of Nottingham and sports were clear Darkness In The Daylight (Too Cruel For A Duel) The cop warns the man of his impending fate / The man simply smiles like he cannot relate / Slowly the cop creeps, but the man remains stil… striation a maniacal grin spread on his lips, as he cracked open the sternum to reach his precious. Surprise – Story She lay there, drowning in herself, her eyelids closing heavily. Turning everything to black… The Robin Hood Murders Chapter 2 “You were concerned about further murders?” / “Yes I was. Mark Coons’ initial two murders in the Narrow Marsh beneath Shire hall were targe… Alphabetical Musings “Right out of those cop TV shows, huh? Suppose now you’re going to call the police? Tell them about the terrible scene we’… Travel is murder Screaming, they died. Now we disembark. Hazel In the Lake Cold case of 1919 Just like a head of lettuce (short story) It was like scrunching the leaves off a head of lettuce and piercing open those small milk cartons with my thumbs, all in one go. It was a… Love slayer As night spreads darkness across the land / Most young ladies are with teddy bear in hand / Laying their heads to sleep / Planning to count… Claudia (Mature) Telmazio, the Italian Assassin ..it is a great place to discuss important stuff – the people around you are too drunk to remember anything, and no one cares about the ric… Broken Family In a family of seven Rose must learn to break her silence.Tell the world her secret but before she can her sisters life is taken.Rose must… Killing Mrs Nagel Ye bastard, she murmured in a low, tremulous voice. Ye Godless, evil bastard. Haven’t you done enough? The Island Of Duplicity By Sarah Longridge I used to want to be a journalist. Not just any journalist, mind you; an investigative journalist. I wanted to uncover, expose, expound, an… A Sarcastic Story About An Unknown Shower Killer I figured if I kept my eyes peeled, I’d be able to bludgeon my killer with my aluminum can of shaving cream before he head the chance… Something Charming(A short story) There’s something charming about a weeping prostitute. Boxed Bestseller (my first Redbubble short story) You can never really appreciate the way brains splatter against walls until you really see it.