Bursts written by Jamie Thomas.

How loud is your opinion if you type it? Can you hashtag your darkest secrets, or email your passionate urges? Is a tweet nothing more than just another onomatopoeia?

Oink. Hiss. Cluck. Woof. Tweet.

Have we entered a new revolutionary age, or are we just speaking in tired sound bytes?

We devote our lives to...

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As soon as he pulled his creaking body out of bed, she was on his mind. Today was very important for him, and he didn't want to let her down. The thought of her made him feel like a child, all butterflies and giggles.

The morning was a blur of inactivity and an anticipation, until he put on his favourite suit and...

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"Mummy, I'm like Icarus," Harvey murmured, a smile almost visible on his pale white lips.

"Shhh son, try not to speak," Vanessa said back, as pale as her son's lips. Worry was etched into her face as she brushed a strand of hair from her dear sons face. He hadn't called her mummy in ten years.

"But it's true," the...

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Lucy was so lost in her book when the girl first approached her. Looking up and seeing an attractive bottle blonde bombshell in a tight vest and push up bra threw her off guard. She gasped, placing the book on the bench next to her, then looked into the girl's big blue eyes, speechlessly.

"Umm, is anyone sitting...

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"Gott ist tott."

That's what Nietzsche said. It means "God is dead."

And he is. To me at least.

Before it happened, I used to listen to moody singers like Morrissey or Lana Del Rey when I was down. Now, I listen to them non-stop. Hearing Lana Del Rey croon "Me and God, we don't get along" and "It's innocence...

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Lettie had only rested her eyes for a moment, and he had appeared. She had been fighting the urge to drift off to sleep since she sat down in the armchair by the radiator, knitting away happily as the hours ticked by. She had closed her heavy eyelids for no more than a second when she felt a presence in the room. When her...

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As Barb drifted slowly and groggily out of unconsciousness, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was. It was dark, and her mind was still struggling to connect anything and everything together. She rasped in a long breath, her throat parched and bruised. Her eyes fluttered open, and she began to realise where she was and why...

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When Barb opened the door, she was slightly taken aback by the dishevelled woman she saw. Two weeks of non-stop body finding had not been kind to Detective Hale, and the bags under her eyes could have been mistaken for bruising. She ran a hand through her lank hair and pushed past Barb into the small motel room, where...

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Detective Hale grunted as she slammed the car door shut. The first responder's face was a picture, both shocked and frightened by the big scary detective who he had woken up on her day off. She half growled a question at him, and he quickly responded by motioning to the crime scene she was here to investigate. As they...

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An involuntary shiver caught Barb by surprise, and she swallowed hard. There was no offer of hot coffee, no comforting word to support her. The interrogation room was empty, but the wall to wall mirror facing her gave the impression that someone was watching her. She rubbed the sore side of her face. The night had...

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Barb rested her head on the detective's chest, and pulled the tattered motel blanket around her torso. When she was with Carter, she felt safe. This was a feeling that was all too uncommon these days, with The Night Stalker racking up the body count. The first month had been spent worrying about the girls that she knew so...

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It wasn't the worse body dump that DI Carter had investigated, but it still turned his stomach. An open street dump at a busy time was very high risk. The girl was no older than 18; pretty, with blonde hair that retained it's purity and innocence despite being stained with blood. Carter reached out a latex gloved hand and...

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