Angel Whelan
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Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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The Sentinel. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Sheriff Myers pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to crush the hangover into submission. Damn it, he’d been doing so well! He’d made it more than six months this time, got the AA chip to prove it. Then he’d switched on the news last night, and seen Grayson Collier’s smug murderous face plastered all over it, and that was that. Goodbye sobriety, hello waking up on the kitchen floor this morning with no idea how he’d got there.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Criminal
Totem
Pip. Pip. Pip. He swung the detector in slow arcs over the freshly turned earth. The gentle stirrings of a country morning washed over the field; thrushes singing in the hedgerows, the distant thrum of a tractor. He couldn’t hear it with his headphones on, only the incessant buzz of static electricity and the infernal pip of the detector.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Momma's Boy
Momma says I’ve always been different than the other kids. Before the accident, she says I was a real smarty-pants – good at numbers, and I could write proper. Knew all the presidents and states. Of course, I don’t remember none of that. I was nine when it happened.
By Angel Whelan4 years ago in Fiction
Say My Name
I made it to the street this time. My feet burned as I traipsed through the slushy gray ice. The wind whipped around me, numbing my ears and tearing at my nightdress with icy fingers. I turned left, though the darkness had me disorientated… no longer sure which way would take me home. If home even existed anymore. At any rate, it didn’t matter, because within minutes I was captured.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
