Chapter Thirteen; Part Two We talk about other things for a few more minutes, but I’m eager to get home so I can think about Lydia’s revelation. Once I’m there, I feed my cats some treats before retiring to the living room. I pull up a Google tab, but then stop short. What am I… Continue Reading
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Blogging My Murder; chapter thirteen, part one
Chapter Twelve; Part One The next day, as I’m driving to work, I have the strangest feeling that I’m being followed. I check my mirrors several times, but there’s nothing suspicious. I’m probably being paranoid because of everything that has happened in the last week, but I double-check again. Nothing. When I pull into the… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter eleven
Chapter Eleven “Megan, can we talk?” It’s Sara, and her eyes are red. She’s wearing a fuzzy pink sweater that doesn’t fit her very well over a pair of tight black pants that show off her thick thighs. “No, Sara, we cannot.” I keep my eyes on the monitor, finishing up the paperwork on a… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter ten, part three
Chapter Ten; Part Three Wait a minute. Julianna left me all her money. Uncle said it was around three-quarters of a million dollars. If I invest carefully, I should be able to quit my job right now. Well, once the will goes through probate. I quickly Google how long it takes to process a will… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter ten, part two
Chapter Ten; Part Two My phone beeps. It’s a text from Rembrandt. “You left again. You keep doing that.” I can’t tell if he’s pissed or hurt or what, but I want to nip this in the bud. Then again, it is kind of rude of me to leave like that, so I start with… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter ten, part one
Chapter Ten; Part One “Taiji is not just of the body, it’s also of the mind.” Lydia is lecturing on the principles of taiji, which I am sorry to say, I tune out. I’ve heard it a million times, and my mind is fractured today, anyway. I try to focus, but my thoughts keep drifting… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter nine, part two
Chapter Nine; Part Two “Megan! Where are you?” It’s Jasmine. I don’t say anything, naively hoping she’ll go away if I don’t answer. It’s stupid, of course, because she’s not going to leave until she searches the house, but I still don’t have the will to answer. “There you are.” Jasmine sweeps into the living… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter nine, part one
Chapter Nine; Part One “Hey, I woke up, and you were gone. L.” I wake up to a text from Rembrandt. I feel guilty for slipping out, but I irrationally feel irritated as well. We’ve only had one date, and, yes, the fucking was phenomenal, but still. He doesn’t own me, and I don’t owe… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter eight, part two
Chapter Eight; Part Two I take a long, luxurious shower then stand in front of my closet to decide what to wear. I have plenty of time before my date, but I want to make sure I look tip-top. I haven’t dated in five years, and I’m nervous. I pull out one outfit after another,… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter eight, part one
Chapter Eight; Part One I sit in the car and check the comments on my latest post about dating. There are a few comments about dating not being worth it, but there are many more that urge me to take a chance. MNborn writes, “After my horrible marriage fell apart, I told everyone who would… Continue Reading