Blogging My Murder; chapter six, part one

Chapter Six; Part One “Megan! How are you? I heard about your friend, and I’m so sorry.” Sara pulls me into a hug, catching me unaware. “I’m fine,” I say sharply, placing my hands on her shoulders and pushing her away. I do not like being touched without my permission, especially by someone I don’t… Continue Reading

Blogging My Murder; chapter four

Chapter Four I wake up five minutes before my alarm rings, which pisses me off. I’d rather be awakened an hour before it’s time to get up than five minutes. That’s not enough time to go back to sleep, but it’s enough time to make me not want to get up, either. I sigh and… Continue Reading

Blogging My Murder; chapter three

Chapter Three “Hey, Megan. Wanna grab a coffee on break?” Sara Paulson asks, her bright pink lips curving into wide smile. She pats her fluffy blond curls and bats her eyelashes at me. “No, thanks, Sara. I’m not going for a while.” I nod at her, but I don’t take my eyes off the computer.… Continue Reading

Blogging My Murder; chapter two, part one

Chapter Two; Part One “Hey, Megan. How’re you doing?” Lydia’s rather saturnine features light up as I walk into the studio. She’s five years older than I am, and yet, she looks twenty years younger. She claims that it’s all thanks to taiji—she’s been studying for twenty-two years—and I can only hope it has the… Continue Reading

Blogging My Murder; chapter one, part two

Chapter One; Part Two When I open the door to my house, I hear a steady, high-pitch meowing, intermittently punctuated with lower growls. I slip off my three-inch, ruby-red heels and wince in relief once they’re off. I have wide-ass feet, and even the most generous shoes feel better off than on. I follow the… Continue Reading