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The Blues And The Greens by Steven Gilbreath A story of waking up from under the electric blanket of modern life. [1,804 words]
Missing - A Short Story by Steven Gilbreath Passing your days by doing only enough to satisfy what is expected can lead to a life n... [1,475 words]
The Man Who Walked Unseen by Michael Harris An account in the exploits of the life of the unseen... [1,457 words]
Salvation by Krige Van Rensburg Salvation is a story that deals with everyday emotions but also the severity thereof in different con... [2,123 words]
Solef by Wolfa Genetically modified monster escapes onto the surface of a harsh alien planet. More sci-fi. Wee. Consi... [1,684 words]
What A Night by Stephanie Ostrov This is a short story I wrote about a fraternity guy and the trouble he is going through with this... [1,260 words]
Victory City 2 by Matthew Little In the future, an enemy from Cool's past decides to turn the civilians of Victory City into his ... [5,645 words]
Veiled Enigmas by Reagan Rothe Vieled Enigmas is a twisting, turning mystery with surprise lurking around every corner. The rea... [4,972 words]
The Trinity by Silas Montgomery The galaxy is in chaos, systems at war with systems, and revolution within systems. The Lord of a p... [2,360 words]
The Spark by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [557 words]
The Rosary by Sue (Sooz) Simpson May cause offense. [422 words]
The Parallels by Jason Richard Mercer - [1,247 words]
The Marching Man by Norman A Rubin A holocaust survivor driven to madness in search of his family lost in the melee of the second... [2,001 words]
The Beloved Child by Julissa Gayle Raven A short story about vampires. I made up my own rules. Hope you like it, it's probably going... [1,287 words]
The Beloved Child (Chapter 2) by Julissa Gayle Raven Chapter 2 my story. It should open upa world of comprehension to the readers. [1,210 words]
Terrarium Life by Wolfa Surrealistic dystopia. More sci-fi. Needs improvement, of course, but I decided to post so you... [1,684 words]
Solitaire by David B Doc Byron An abused child seeks solace in her own little world. [952 words]
Sally by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [2,268 words]
Rush Hour by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [419 words]
Play With Me Please. by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [322 words]
Octavia's Obsession by Michael Harris This story is about... Octavia's obsession... [2,237 words]
My Other Mother by C Crawford Very short story on my thoughts of adoption. Written in 10 minutes. [619 words]
Money Shot - Chapter 1 by Rob Nhim Old con and bank robber extrordinaire Fred Cantrell just can't resist trouble. Doing th... [1,082 words]
Lookingthrough The Window by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [401 words]
I Dreamed... by Ami I dreamed this bizarre, surreal scene, and when I woke up, I ran from my bed to write it down. I ... [1,886 words]
Hearts by David B Doc Byron - [264 words]
Glory Days by Kelley Sullivan A short story about a father who loks back to his childhood years of football and now he is watching... [862 words]
Cold Wonder by Julissa Gayle Raven Another short story I wrote on whim. Its written from a man's point of view just to let you know. ... [427 words]
You Have Been Pre Selected... by August Bondi The dream that everyone has about "the one that got away." [673 words]
Wheatley's Last Wish Chapter Two by Drakeman Robert Kincaide - [1,013 words]
Uncle Marty by David B Doc Byron An invalid Uncle pays another visit to his favorite nephew. [1,165 words]
The Long Ride Home by David B Doc Byron An alien from another world gets captured and examined. [574 words]
The Colonel by Dustin Rhodes The tale of a Confederate Officer at the battle of Fredricksburg. [2,729 words]
The Accident On Lane 17 by Steven T Andy Clannons friends Sharon and Maggie are causing chaos during a field trip to a bowl... [4,154 words]
Tears Of Red. by Julissa Gayle Raven Originally a school assignment, but I took it a step farther. All my friends (and that's a lot) ... [3,565 words]
Sister by Cass About a girl who loses the person who she adored the most-her sister, during a war but when her sister r... [1,594 words]
Our Trip To California by Michala McMonagle This is a short story about my family trip to California [431 words]
My Summer Vacation by S Spencer This story is about a child's special vacation with his family. [366 words]
My Inspiration by Amy Mondure Lioncourt About how in the end the smallest things can mend the biggest wounds. [247 words]
Mold My Brain by Ana Soto The following story illustrates how a child needs to be molded in order to become a successful ad... [324 words]
Just Me by Stormy The story of a little girl home from the hospital. You would think her parents would be happy to see he... [888 words]
Gulf by Ed Bruce How the Gulf Stream united two families from different continents, only to find that their family problems... [3,862 words]
Good As Gold by Stormy Getting good grades in high school shouldn't have been a bad thing. [2,359 words]
Gamepoint - A Short Short by David B Doc Byron a fighter narrates a story about his life in the ring. [546 words]
Ekim by Katherine Gehl Donovan A short story about a guy at my school who I am really close to. Or was. [1,061 words]
Day In The Life Of The Clinically Insane by Jessica Ann Zidik For: All of those who thought they knew me. [2,232 words]
Cuban Term Paper Crisis by Kurt Kitasaki A satire on Cuban-American relations. [2,845 words]
Celebrating Life by Rowan Davies A collection of stories through the viewpoints of different people that interlink to show how ... [6,755 words]
Blood Is Thicker Than Water by David B Doc Byron Two vampire siblings learn how to help each other in their time of need. [674 words]
When Its Not Set In Stone by Alla Lapidus A 3-part historical fantasy set at Stonehenge. [8,546 words]
What Are You Thinking About? by Darcy K Metz Has your girlfriend ever asked you that question before? The usual response from a... [1,028 words]
Victory City by Matthew Little Many years after a hero fell to his death, his legacy will continue on in a child to fight a deadl... [5,719 words]
Treats From Heaven by Ashley Cook Lily dies and goes to Heaven. She has to decide between two doors. This is a sort of Alice i... [2,533 words]
The Myriad Slip by Salai G Prit Narcotics, sensuality, cruelty and a flat full of people asleep... the musings of a christmas m... [695 words]
The Mark Of Jack
The Jax (Episodes 1-5) by Matthew Little Creatures taking over the human race and only few people know of the impending doom. Us... [4,382 words]
The Fear Within by Musau A former hit man goes back home to reflect on his career, and then he is thrown aback! [1,740 words]
The Butterfield Stagecoach Mystery by D Donely This is actually a story written by my father. It is based on the legends of... [698 words]
The Birth Of My Baby Brother by J Labarre A college student looking back and remembering what it was like to have a new baby... [972 words]
Teeth by Fergus O'Ferguson Sometimes, with regard to the imagination, it is frighteningly easy to become a fool. One man here become... [1,344 words]
Sleeping Silently by D Donely A girl tries to discover who killed her best friend. [3,429 words]
Simple Jack by Norman A Rubin A backward youth had been jailed for the accidental death of his mother he committed by crushing he... [3,144 words]
Signs by Gina Smith - [1,005 words]
Pandora's Bottle by Judith Goff First love, last love... [5,004 words]
One Night In Bangkok by A Johnson A partial chapter of my unfinished novel of the same name, this story relates the protago... [1,670 words]
Of Peppermints And White Knights by Stormy I took my first drink at age 10. [2,179 words]
No One To No Where by Alina Marquez Short story about a woman on a greyhound bus to El Paso. [1,269 words]
My Life And Some Stuff by Jerry Puryear - [740 words]
My Best Friend by S Spencer "My Best Friend" is my twin sister. I share with you the joy and uniqueness of baing a twin and ... [567 words]
My Best Friend Colleen by Mary Belletatto How two people meet and become best friends through college. [1,478 words]
Ivan's Out Of This World Odyssey by Alex M Sam Young boy elf and friends travel to the land of the dragons. In order to retur... [1,941 words]
Image by Beth Foley A short story. [574 words]
I Have A Problem by Christina Soderberg I was addicted to diet pills. [928 words]
High Tension by Norman A Rubin The short story tell of an elderly woman who thinks light bulbs leak. The copy will give the backg... [1,901 words]
Girl Scout Adventures by Sarah This piece was written for my Reading and Literature in Elementary schools class that I a... [729 words]
Dine In... Or Take Out by D Donely This is a short little story I wrote when I was bored. It's about a Detective trying to ... [1,597 words]
Cape May by Bastiani - [612 words]
Agony 2 by Sue (Sooz) Simpson Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words]
A True Best Friend by Colleen Klose Story about the impact of my sister on my life. [537 words]
A Mermaid's Heart by Teresa R Lucas The tale of a mermaid's love and how it was lost and found. [1,984 words]

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TITLE (EDIT)
The Mark Of Jack
DESCRIPTION
The start of something maybe.
[1,044 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Drama
AUTHOR
Sue (Sooz) Simpson
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-)
[January 2003]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
[email protected]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (84)
A Fork In The Road. (Short Stories) A paradox revolving round the lonely Holker Mosses in the dead of night. [2,835 words] [Mystery]
A Twist In The Tail (Short Stories) - [963 words]
Agony (Short Stories) The First in a series of Agony columns written by the unstoppable Aunt Nasty. (May be deemed offensive) [1,200 words] [Comedy]
Agony 2 (Short Stories) Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words] [Comedy]
Angel Stew (Short Stories) The kitchens are in uproar. [826 words] [Comedy]
Anne (Short Stories) - [707 words]
Apple Of His Eye (Short Stories) Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little sweetheart. (May be deemed offensive). [1,742 words] [Drama]
Attractions (Short Stories) People stared at the sisters and called them freaks. [678 words] [Drama]
Bandit At Twelve-O-Clock (Short Stories) A sinister note drops through her letter box, but who is it from and what's it all about? [2,144 words] [Drama]
Barriers (Short Stories) Everybody's frightened of the prisoner in the cell at the end of the block. [2,913 words] [Thriller]
Breakfast In Bed (Short Stories) She loved her husband so much, and a sepcial man deserves a special breakfast. [1,633 words] [Horror]
Car Trouble (Short Stories) Boys will be boys. [496 words] [Comedy]
Cat's Chorus (Short Stories) - [1,332 words]
Cherry Blossom (Short Stories) - [435 words]
Cold, Cold Night.. (Short Stories) The night was beautiful but biting, she had to make her final farewells, a cigarette would help. [630 words] [Drama]
Creeping Up From Behind. (Short Stories) You can't ever really know what someone else is thinking ... unless they choose to tell you. [925 words] [Drama]
Dark Solitude. (Short Stories) A woman alone on the moors when a storm threatens, but this is no ordinanry storm and that is no ordinary lady. [1,434 words] [Drama]
Dawn Rising (Short Stories) He looked at his own personal sunrise every morning, yet longed for the warmth of the sun. [1,069 words] [Drama]
Deadly Persuit (Short Stories) Nature at its most cruel .. when it's interfered with by man. [1,541 words] [Drama]
Deep Blue Eastern Light (Poetry) I've never been to Budapest, but I saw an image on a postcard, it was misty and had a sort of dreamy quality about it. I wondered about the spirit of Budapest. Hope I've done her justicce. [204 words]
Different Road (Short Stories) Charlie is running scared. Will he find his way before his precious time runs out? [521 words]
Empty House (Short Stories) This had been her domain, now it was only a shadow. [649 words] [Drama]
Find Me A Place (Poetry) Everybody needs somewhere to run. [193 words] [Drama]
Finding Fleur (Short Stories) Katy desperately wants to find Fleur, but does Fleur want to be found? [1,727 words] [Drama]
Four Minute Warning (Short Stories) - [476 words] [Comedy]
Freedom By Another Name (Short Stories) He's an imposter [557 words] [Drama]
Furtive Glances (Short Stories) Always the last to know! [891 words] [Drama]
Galaxy (Poetry) Let Venus bear witness and Mars be our guide. [139 words]
Hickory, Dickory, Dock (Short Stories) - [991 words] [Drama]
Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty (Short Stories) It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words] [Comedy]
I've Always Wanted To Write... But! (Short Stories) There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words] [Mind]
Jasmine And Gardenia Love (Poetry) - [417 words] [Erotic]
Jinny (Poetry) - [176 words]
Just The Ticket (Short Stories) You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words] [Drama]
Knockers (Short Stories) It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words] [Drama]
Little Bird (Short Stories) He liked fragile things [1,406 words] [Drama]
Lizards Leap (Novels) Four children buy an intricately carved frame from a school fair. A crazy old woman chases them desperately wanting the carving for herself. What is the mystery surrounding the strange frame? [5,753 words] [Adventure]
Long Walk Back To Jurassica (Poetry) Evolution and progress or three million steps backwards? [323 words] [Drama]
Lookingthrough The Window (Short Stories) - [401 words]
Madness Becomes You (Short Stories) She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no difference. [394 words] [Drama]
Making My Way Back To You. (Short Stories) She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had struck. [1,926 words] [Drama]
Memberwhen (Poetry) Memberwhen that mystical word of long ago memories. [189 words] [Drama]
Mortar Doesn't Breathe. (Short Stories) The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone. [1,114 words] [Drama]
Mourning Glory (Short Stories) One of my favourite pieces. Please note *This is not a children's story* It's the tale of a little girl trying to be a child. [1,786 words] [Drama]
Mumbles From The Madhouse (Novels) It was her first day on the secure unit and somehow she had to see it through. [2,215 words] [Drama]
My Friend The Tiger And Me (Poetry) I wrote this for my little boy when he was having trouble at school. [942 words] [Animal]
Naughty Bunny Goes To Ibiza (Short Stories) - [552 words]
One-Man Race (Short Stories) He had only his nerves to rely on. One slip and the race would be lost. [664 words] [Drama]
Out Of Print (Short Stories) A man, a boy, a love of reading and echoes of the past. [2,007 words] [Drama]
Outrun The River (Poetry) The snow was melting fast and he owed it to himself and his seld of dogs to make it to safety. [145 words] [Action]
Pact Of Joy. (Short Stories) Don't we all just want to be happy? [2,497 words] [Drama]
Play With Me Please. (Short Stories) - [322 words]
Return Of The Hellcat (Erotica May Be Offensive) (Short Stories) Please do not read this one if easily offended. Or even not so easily offended. Continuing sexploits of Dark Solitude. [3,390 words] [Erotic]
Room For One More (Short Stories) The dream was haunting and wouldn't leave Mike alone. [1,728 words] [Drama]
Rush Hour (Short Stories) - [419 words]
Sally (Short Stories) - [2,268 words]
Sinister Music (Novels) She had no psychic ability, so why had fate chosen her to foretell of the spate of brutal murders? [6,114 words] [Drama]
So This Is My Life Then (Short Stories) - [517 words] [Comedy]
Space Walk (Short Stories) May Cause offense. [1,290 words] [Drama]
Spirit Dancer (Poetry) - [514 words]
Sweet Child Of Mine (Short Stories) The old lady had been brutally mugged, her son was sucjh a good boy, but would his thoughts now turn to revenge? [1,843 words] [Drama]
Tangled Web (Short Stories) Treat `em mean and keep `em keen. [596 words] [Drama]
The Band Played On (Short Stories) - [1,486 words] [Drama]
The Big Picture (Short Stories) The little girl was a great artist, but her subject matter was giving cause for concern. [776 words] [Drama]
The Comet. (Short Stories) Remember! [796 words] [Drama]
The Dinosaur (Short Stories) - [1,523 words]
The Half Empty Glass. (Short Stories) They had no idea of the horror they were walking into. [3,030 words] [Drama]
The Hhmmm Efect (Poetry) - [783 words]
The Iceberg (Short Stories) She had to break the hold they had on him... release him from his parents grip. [410 words] [Drama]
The Joker (Short Stories) - [2,032 words]
The Lovers (Poetry) - [124 words]
The Old Enemy (Short Stories) I just hope I've got the names right. [253 words] [Drama]
The Rosary (Short Stories) May cause offense. [422 words]
The Spark (Short Stories) - [557 words]
The Thirteenth Station (Short Stories) - [8,024 words] [Horror]
The Village Green. (Short Stories) - [559 words] [Drama]
Three Mile Gap (Poetry) So close and yet... [285 words] [Drama]
Tomorrow Lies Beside Us (Poetry) - [239 words] [Drama]
Tusk (Short Stories) - [1,012 words] [Drama]
Under The Whether (Short Stories) - [1,626 words]
Watching And Waiting (Short Stories) - [1,253 words] [Drama]
White Icing (Short Stories) - [1,385 words]
Worlds Biggest Loser (Short Stories) - [114 words]
You Are My Sunshine (Short Stories) - [1,285 words]
The Mark Of Jack
Sue (Sooz) Simpson

Jacki was in an apartment. An apartment overlooking the river. She was high up and the view from the big plate window was breathtaking. The apartment wasn�t so hot though. Clothes thrown over chair backs, overflowing ashtrays and ugh a coffee cup that had decided to grow.

She felt light-headed, almost as though she was floating. Where was she? How did she get here? There was a blue coat on the floor, was it her coat? She wasn�t sure, couldn�t seem to focus her thoughts into telling her if she owned a blue coat or not. And if she did possess a blue coat was it one with an ugly dark stain that looked horrendously like blood soaked into it?

She followed the sound of running water. Her movements leaden and her brain slow and sluggish. Down a corridor. Such a long corridor in such a small apartment. �The water, must follow the water she thought.�

A man was showering. His slim body clearly visible through the opaque glass. He showered aggressively, scrubbing at himself with a sponge suds flying onto the glass and hanging for a moment before slipping in a foamy white trail down to the shower basin. �Who was this man? What was she doing in his apartment?� She asked herself again. Nothing seemed to make sense, she stared at the man, as she stood hesitantly on the threshold of his bathroom and she sunk frustratingly into her confusion.

Movement. Frenzied movement. It was behind her. No not it HE. He was behind her. She watched helpless as he stormed into the bathroom.

�What the �� began the man, flinging open the shower door. Jacki saw his eyes. All she saw were his eyes. They were wide with fear, but more than that, something else. Just to the side of the pupils a red triangle seemed to blink for a second in the light. A red triangle �The Mark of Jack� she found herself thinking. There was no hope for him. Not since he was marked out.

�Hey�� said the naked man, but that was as far as he got. HE began to slash at the man. White became red, and the red became a curtain, a thick velvet curtain that gradually came down over her vision. Leaving only the drowning darkness.

�The mark� She screamed as she sat bolt upright in her bed. She was soaked in a sheen of perspiration. Another nightmare. Oh god when was it going to end? What did it all mean?

She knew there would be no more sleep for her tonight so she padded into the kitchen to make a cup of hot milk for herself. Maybe she�d add a healthy slug of Brandy, just to steady her nerves. She tried to remember what the dream was about but it was gone. �The mark� she said to herself, but it meant nothing to her.

Earlier in the day she had an awful experience when she�d walked out in front of a bus without looking. A big, burly man had pulled her back wrenching his shoulder and swearing profusely. It was all so unpleasant that she�d tried to put it behind her but perhaps the incident had leeched into her dreams and caused her the unsettled night.

She took the mug out of the microwave and began to stir in the brandy. A flashback rocked a convulsion through her body. She felt as though a bolt of lightening had hit her. She was in a room, an untidy room. A Mug. There was a coffee mug on the floor beside a dingy brown armchair. Mould, there was a skin of mould cultivating on the top of the mug. And then she was back in her kitchen. The more she tried to remember the nightmare the more it slipped from her grasp. She gave up and let it fall over the cliff of her subconscious.

She turned the TV on, and sat on the edge of the sofa sipping her milk. Her body was taught and she couldn�t relax into the soft yielding cushions. A news report was just ending. Night Stalker would be on now. Sometimes it was good, and more and more often she had been awoken in the night lately. She was becoming night-time TV�s biggest fan.

�Get on with it� she told the newscaster irritably. The warmth of the hot milk had eased the shivers, but she still felt het up and hyper. The sleek newsman was as good a person as any to scream at.

��.This evening � One a.m. �murdered �.brutal attack �defenceless � police �urging �with information�come forward�

The young man in the photo looked pleasant. Woodward, aged twenty six. Jacki�s heart stopped beating for enough beats to remind her to breathe, or at least that�s the way it felt to her. A reporter with a big furry microphone was standing in front of the river looking up at the block of apartments as she picked up the phone. She rang nine one one as best she could with trembling hands.


The phone was ringing. He reached one hand out from under the bedding and grabbed the handset, while simultaneously attempting the grand feat of opening one eye and checking the time. 4:03 am�

�Jesus!� he muttered �Hello Mitch Robins. This�d better be good.� There was a woman on the phone rambling incoherently.

�Hello who is this please? Are you alright miss.�

�I was there. I saw it. Saw the man getting murdered. Oh god send the police I was there.�

Mitch was alert. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn�t quite place it.

�Whoa who is this? What�s going on?�

�This is Jacki Burgen. I need emergency services. Are you the police? I rang 911. I�ve just witnessed a murder.�

�Jacki? Jacki who jumps out in front of busses? Well Hi there Jacki ,� He said sarcastically �I don�t mean to sound rude here, but What the hells going on and how did you get my number?�

�I rang 911. I rang 911,� She kept repeating as tears streamed down her face. This must still be the nightmare. That was it she was still dreaming.

�This isn�t real you know.� she said with a harsh hysterical laugh

�Jacki, I don�t know what the hell is going on but give me your address and I�ll come right over.�
 



 

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"Must I assume your silence means no? If that is the case that is unfortunate, I would really look forward to seeing a completed version of this piece. It looks as if it could be written into a fine piece." -- Douglas Barre.
"She may be gone from here Douglas. Many of the pieces on this site were put up a long time ago, and many of them left and forgotten about. In fact some of them were put up so long ago, that some of the email addresses that the authors have left don't work anymore, so you can't contact them." -- Gwen McHenry, Providence, RI.
"Oh, stupid me, now that I think about it, those posts from that Douglas Barre could be equally old as the work they were placed under. He could have written that years ago for all I know, just the same as someone could be reading the words that I'm typing now a century or two after the fact." -- Gwen McHenry, Providence, RI.
"Thankyou douglas and sorry for the delay. I've been very busy lately marketing my novel which came out recently. also I'm mad busy writting the next two books so little time these days for writing sites unfortunately. Yes I may do something with this in the fture but I think I've lost touch with it a bit. Thankyou for the interest. " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-furness, England, Cumbria.
"Muzzle Flash�s Review: The Mark Of Jack Sue (Sooz) Simpson Jacki was in an apartment. ***This is not the most interesting opening line I�ve ever read. It doesn�t draw in the reader.*** An apartment overlooking the river. She was high up and the view from the big plate window was breathtaking. The apartment wasn�t so hot though. Clothes thrown over chair backs, overflowing ashtrays and ugh ***This is a non-standard word that doesn�t belong in exposition.*** a coffee cup that had decided to grow.***Growing cups???*** She felt light-headed, almost as though she was floating. Where was she? How did she get here? There was a blue coat on the floor, was it her coat? She wasn�t sure, ***add �she�*** couldn�t seem to focus her thoughts into telling her if she owned a blue coat or not. And if she did possess a blue coat was it one with an ugly dark stain that looked horrendously like blood soaked into it? She followed the sound of running water. Her movements leaden and her brain slow and sluggish. Down a corridor. Such a long corridor in such a small apartment. �The water, must follow the water she thought.�***Why is this line offset in apostrophes?*** A man was showering. His slim body clearly visible through the opaque glass. He showered aggressively, scrubbing at himself with a sponge suds flying onto the glass and hanging for a moment before slipping in a foamy white trail down to the shower basin. �Who was this man? What was she doing in his apartment?� She asked herself again. Nothing seemed to make sense, she stared at the man, as she stood hesitantly on the threshold of his bathroom and she sunk frustratingly into her confusion. Movement. Frenzied movement. It was behind her. No not it HE. ***place �it� in italics or at the very least quotes, then add a dash to indicate a pause, then �he� in lower case also in italics.***He was behind her. She watched helpless as he stormed into the bathroom. �What the �� began the man, flinging open the shower door. Jacki saw his eyes. All she saw were his eyes. They were wide with fear, but more than that, something else. Just to the side of the pupils a red triangle seemed to blink for a second in the light. A red triangle �The Mark of Jack� she found herself thinking. There was no hope for him. Not since he was marked out. �Hey�� said the naked man, but that was as far as he got. HE ***If you want to address this other male character simply as �he� then use italics.*** began to slash at the man. White became red, and the red became a curtain, a thick velvet curtain that gradually came down over her vision. Leaving only the drowning darkness. �The mark� She screamed as she sat bolt upright in her bed. She was soaked in a sheen of perspiration. Another nightmare. Oh god when was it going to end? What did it all mean? She knew there would be no more sleep for her tonight so she padded into the kitchen to make a cup of hot milk for herself. Maybe she�d add a healthy slug of Brandy, just to steady her nerves. She tried to remember what the dream was about but it was gone. �The mark� she said to herself, but it meant nothing to her. Earlier in the day she had an awful experience when she�d walked out in front of a bus without looking. A big, burly man had pulled her back wrenching his shoulder and swearing profusely. It was all so unpleasant that she�d tried to put it behind her but perhaps the incident had leeched into her dreams and caused her the unsettled night. She took the mug out of the microwave and began to stir in the brandy. A flashback rocked a convulsion through her body. She felt as though a bolt of lightening had hit her. She was in a room, an untidy room. A Mug. ***This sentence is ill-placed, confusing, fragmented, and improperly capitalized.*** There was a coffee mug on the floor beside a dingy brown armchair. Mould, there was a skin of mould cultivating on the top of the mug. And then she was back in her kitchen. The more she tried to remember the nightmare the more it slipped from her grasp. She gave up and let it fall over the cliff of her subconscious. She turned the TV on, and sat on the edge of the sofa sipping her milk. Her body was taught and she couldn�t relax into the soft yielding cushions. A news report was just ending. Night Stalker would be on now. Sometimes it was good, ***What was good, her rest or the tv programming?*** and more and more often she had been awoken in the night lately. She was becoming night-time TV�s biggest fan. �Get on with it� she told the newscaster irritably. The warmth of the hot milk had eased the shivers, but she still felt het ***�het� is that some foreign word?*** up and hyper. The sleek newsman was as good a person as any to scream at. ��.This evening � One a.m. �murdered �.brutal attack �defenceless ***defenseless***� police �urging �with information�come forward� ***Perhaps you could explain why the newscaster�s message was broken in places. Nervous newscaster? Faulty reception? Distracted viewer?*** The young man in the photo looked pleasant. Woodward, aged twenty six ***twenty-six***. Jacki�s heart stopped beating for enough beats to remind her to breathe, or at least that�s the way it felt to her. A reporter with a big furry microphone was standing in front of the river looking up at the block of apartments as she picked up the phone. She rang nine one one ***Usually it is best to write numbers out in word form rather than in digits, but here is one case where digits would be appropriate. 911.*** as best she could with trembling hands. ***Slightly confusing setting jump.*** The phone was ringing. He reached one hand out from under the bedding and grabbed the handset, while simultaneously attempting the grand feat of opening one eye and checking the time. 4:03 am� �Jesus!� he muttered �Hello Mitch Robins. This�d better be good.� There was a woman on the phone rambling incoherently. �Hello who is this please? Are you alright miss.� �I was there. I saw it. Saw the man getting murdered. Oh god send the police ***Use a comma right after �god� otherwise it looks like she�s asking god to send the police.*** I was there.� Mitch was alert. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn�t quite place it. �Whoa who is this? What�s going on?� �This is Jacki Burgen. I need emergency services. Are you the police? I rang 911. I�ve just witnessed a murder.� �Jacki? Jacki who jumps out in front of busses? Well Hi there Jacki ,� He said sarcastically �I don�t mean to sound rude here, but What ***No reason to capitalize this.*** the hells ***hell�s*** going on and how did you get my number?� �I rang 911. I rang 911,� She kept repeating as tears streamed down her face. This must still be the nightmare. That was it she was still dreaming. �This isn�t real you know.� she said with a harsh hysterical laugh �Jacki, I don�t know what the hell is going on but give me your address and I�ll come right over.� ***Why would he do that if he really doesn�t know her? And is there more to this piece? I don�t see how it could end here. If it does you need to do a great deal more work on story conclusion. Don�t mean to sound insulting, but the reader needs to feel there is some sort of ending, even if it is a less than desirable one. Rarely can you leave the reader hanging, and usually that is a device used in horror and mystery, but that is always in the climax.*** " -- Cam Davis.
"No it's not complete, as it says above it was the start of something bigger. Thanks and thanks to Cam. http://members.lycos.co.uk/suesimpson/ " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.

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