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Kevin's Homecoming
Chapter 18 Present Paul stood on the front porch of his home in the late afternoon when they drove up. He had been pacing for most of the day, and the spent energy etched darkened circles under his eyes. When Paul saw Kevin sitting in the front seat, a tremendous sense of relief swept over him. He thanked God silently for the answered prayer and slowly released the grip he had on the porch rail.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
It Can't Wait
They never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the either that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman…
By Micah James5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Joseph Stevens watched Kevin sitting on the bench in the middle of the park. The young man fed some birds hopping around his feet. The scene irked him tremendously. A woman who pushed her toddler around in a three-wheeled stroller waved to him in a friendly greeting. The sheriff was not in a pleasant mood. He was tired of seeing Kevin wandering about in the town as if nothing were wrong with it. He turned his car to the curb and stepped out with a measure of agitation.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER 11 Paul steered his pickup into the driveway of Mark’s house. He withdrew a small bottle of pills out of his shirt pocket and placed them into the glove box. He then slowly opened the door and stepped out. As he began to move away from his pickup, Terri approached from the house. She quickly sensed he was in better spirits that morning.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Past Brother Jamie walked among the children playing on the front lawn surrounding the south and east corner of First Baptist Church of Pine Springs. It was obvious that the pastor liked children. He smiled and patted some of them on the head. He approached Kevin, then only eight years old, who had a model of a church that he had assembled from pop sickle sticks. The little boy was showing his creation to some other children.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Kevin hesitated just outside of the front doors as he studied the wood frame in detail. A decade had passed since he had last walked through them. He still could not fathom the amount of decay he observed in the flaking paint and graying exposed wood. The state of the trim of the doors was not the real reason he hesitated. Apprehension from a repressed, painful memory kept him motionless. He reached for the handle, expecting the doors to be locked.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
Discord
"Susan, is my coffee done yet?" Susan emptied the coffee filter into the compost bin and added David's low-fat cream and sugar. The sounds of the fridge opening and spoon-clinking-against-mug could have answered his question alone, but Susan knew he'd get pissy if she didn't answer him. He was always pissy.
By Valerie Short5 years ago in Criminal










