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“In This Darkness by Stewart Stafford A limo drove through mansion gates, Rock star John saw her wait again, Hysterically begging for autographs, The gates closed behind the limo. John said stop, and exited the car, "I'll sign it for you tomorrow, 100%," "No," she said, "sign tonight... now," He strode towards his home gates. He rummaged in his coat pockets, Ripping a cigarette packet to sign, He found a tiny pencil in his pants, Trailing breath vapour in the night. "I can't see you in this darkness," A chilling laugh from the fan's side, Three muzzle flashes, John died, Contorted on a bloody driveway. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“She would hate him even more if she knew all the depraved things he’d done. The fantasies, the stalking, the fucking obsession. That he had used her shampoo to jerk off and stolen her clothes, her lipstick. That when she wasn’t around, he had sometimes lain in her bed and imagined what it would be like to touch her the way she said she’d wanted to be touched in her journal. And of course, he had watched her touch herself. Every catch of her breath, every discreet rustle of fabric, every teasing glimpse of brown skin—he had seen it all, and taken it as a sign that not even Jay was immune to pleasure. And, more importantly, that he could give it to her. He could be the one to make her come.”

“I am beyond sick...sick with love, with lust, with worry, with jealousy, with envy, with hatred, with anger, with resentment...I am so sick with it all and it is all for you...everything I feel, I feel about you. Everything I have done, I have done for you" he said as if justifying his actions. Her tears falling now, she needed to get him to let her go...”

“Would've been useful when I was about eight," I said. "I used to have wicked nightmares." I did, too: stupid dreams about being chased by Elmo. A psycho Elmo with eyes like that Chucky doll. I'd wake up screaming and Vicky would come running in and ask what the nightmare was about. I never told her. I was too embarrassed.”

“Jolie. That’s her name. Jolie Dubois. I don’t bother writing it down, because it’s already engraved on my brain. There are claws in my chest, rearranging organs and making me new. Making me into whatever she needs me to be. I will worship her. I will find this sweet girl and protect her from any harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. To fuck. I’ve never had much interest in females. They are merely objects that need to be avoided so I can kill the men I am contracted to execute. They are occasional, faceless tools of comfort. This one is my angel. She was sent for me. My singing blood is telling me so.”

“I think I need to add a sensor to her door,” Elijah added, striding off toward the fitness centre. They were already late for their scheduled practice time, so Gabriel followed with an agitated snap to each step. “That sounds like getting involved.” “Not if I hook it up to Oscar’s phone.” “That sounds downright danger—actually, that’s brilliant.” “I know.” “He’ll be so annoyed, and you know what happens when he gets annoyed.” “I know.”

“I Am The Cobra by Stewart Stafford A prisoner in his distant brain, Drowning man courts stardom, Became an ass in assassination, A zilch begetting zilch ad infinitum. Helicopter Christian and Satanist, Cauliflower man, now a cabbage, In judgement, cutting off phonies, Blind to himself in lost daydreams. In the cobra's deadly surprise strike, The attacker's venom splashed back, Bars in his head now physical restraints, A malingering, slow death from snakebite. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“My obsession with Mrs. Thompson turns a shade darker each day. She’s my Lucy. My little brute. She is perfect. I must be scaring her. Oh, hell, she must be absolutely terrified by this point. That thought makes me damned jubilant. She needs to be scared. Because I? I am not a good man. Far from it. 337 days left of my sentence. I am counting the days until the fun can really begin…”

“If you're not able to see all the other parts of me that I shamelessly wear on my sleeve, lass... I'm happy to break it down for you. I'm honest. Sometimes, as brutally as my kills. You're wrong about me not knowin' love. I love just as hard as I fuck. I'm nothin' if not loyal, Seven Grey, and I might be a horrible singer, but it comes straight from my black heart. I knew you were mine the minute I looked into those eyes, and I'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on that face, even if I have to dig my own grave to do it." His breath skated over my chin, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I'm gonna go take this rapist van back. It's not doin' much for my image.”

“She sized him up again, once she was sure he wasn’t looking, and this time took note of his sneakers. She hated his sneakers. Not just because they were gray, which made them ugly and boring, but because they were gray with old, frayed, orange laces too. Timotheé Chalamet could pull that look off, but not her brother.”

“Jeffrey successfully managed a fast-food restaurant in Rutland, where he taught his staff to remain happy and friendly with customers at all times. ‘If you’re not smiling,’ he told them, ‘the customers won’t smile either, and that makes them one step closer to being nasty fucking assholes who none of us need in our lives.”