The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

  The team was inspecting the scene, photographing the corpse. Laying on his back, in his own bed, lifeless and dull. ”Sir, that's the director of the women's shelter.” He was almost unrecognisable, marinated in his own liquids. The official autopsy would follow next week, but looking around, the cause of death was obviously either alcohol poisoning or choking in his own vomit. The kitchen was full of bottles, all empty. An opened container of windshield fluid. Exactly one dirty glass, with lip prints on the rim and its bottom containing a layer of what looked like said windshield fluid diluted with whatever alcohol had been the last to run out. ”It's unbelievable. Such a great man, with everything he's done for others. Who would've guessed he was battling this behind it all.” ”Oooh, you have a home bar!”, she'd said that night, admiring the impressive cabinet of bottles full of colourful liquids. ”Tee-hee, I don...

He kills anyone who wrongs us. It started when I was little. My mother was on the brink of a divorce with my father when I was only 3. One night when he was intoxicated he came into my room to try and take me into the car by force. When my mother saved me and locked me in her room my dad left. He got into a crash with a semi that killed him on impact 5 minutes later. Growing up, I always knew something was wrong with me. My mother would always say she loved me, that I was her world. But, underplaying her tone was a hoarse settlement of regret and.. perhaps hatred if I read too much into it. In third grade, a kid named Travis bullied me. Simple schoolboy teasing and nitpicking. One day, he tried to pants me in front of the class at recess but a teacher saw and stopped him. He was diagnosed with Leukemia 4 days later and died within the year. I never understood why anyone who hurt me; whether he physically or emotionally died. We had a dog that ...

  You know those tales of bungee jumping gone wrong? Yeah, I thought they were just urban legends too. That was until I decided to take the plunge myself. Life had always been a whirlwind, but lately, it felt like a tornado tearing through everything I held dear. The demands of my high-powered job in a bustling metropolis left me with little time for my family. My wife, Sarah, and I had once been inseparable, but the relentless pressure of everyday life had chipped away at our connection. Our love had turned into a mere routine, and the arguments had become more frequent, more toxic. Late-night meetings and early morning conference calls had become the norm. My kids, Lisa and Marco, grew distant, their laughter echoing less often through our home. I tried to make up for my absence with lavish gifts and weekend excursions, but I was merely patching up the cracks with band-aids. One evening, after another heated spat that had ended with slam...

I guess I'm blinded with a bag, strapped to a chair. Butt naked with the world spinning in my eyes, although I'm too out of it to know if there even is a world. Or eyes. I can't gather myself. Too... what's the word... Can't regin to bemember whow or hen I was drugged... ”How are we today?” A sickeningly sweet tone woke me up. He was imitating my voice, and I recognised his. I remember him. He used to be my patient, one of the crazy -crazy ones. But I never imagined he'd be dangerous to anyone but himself. ”Hello, Patrick. What are we doing here?” ”Justice stuff,” he replied, ”You ruined my life, you know. Are you aware of that?” ”I'm sad to hear you experience it that way. But this isn't justice, Patrick, we can't kidnap people. Do you understand that's insane?” " This , doctor, this is sanity. See, I stopped taking those pills you gave me." "We shouldn't do that, now ...

  I hate people who beg for food, money and clothes. I hate begging in general and you can rightly assume that I don't give anything to charity. I despise those that keep begging others for assistance and I come from a place where one had to work for everything for themselves. It should be made illegal to beg, and those that beg should be sent to prison. It just touches me the wrong way when someone begs to me for whatever reason they need or want. I hate begging and I despise begging, those that beg should be killed off. There should be no begging in the 21st century. In past eras they imagined the 21st century to be a utopia of some sort but the 21st century is the most disappointing era. I have this woman that keeps begging me for money everyday and it's starting to really irritate me. Everyday she begs for money and I have to say no, but my tone is getting angrier. She thinks that because she is a woman it would bring her some more luck than if...

Have you watched that new series? ” Coincidences ”. What a stupid name. It was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness. A coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia. Nobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The "Cynthia Killer" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his ”childhood love” called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us. And he did. ...

  I can't stop thinking about the Roman empire and for the past year I have been thinking about the Romans. The Romans have done so much in their time of superiority. They had conquered so much land and successfully placed their influence on so many religions and cultures.  The roman empire have been living in my mind rent free for a whole year. It has taken over my life though and I am struggling to function properly. It's just crazy how much the Roman empire had done for the world and now they are just gone. They only exist in the history books and on TV channels. My girlfriend Stephanie really needs my attention. A couple of weeks back when Stephanie managed to get my attention away from the Roman empire for a bit, I wrote 'I love you Stephanie' on the work table. We work at the same office.  Then ever since i had written that, everyday somebody has been carrying it on and keeps on writing 'I love you too Stephanie' and more peopl...