The voices were there again
They started last night but they were just whispers
Nagging at him
Always harping at him about something
Just like his mother
Always on him about school and his friends
And that bitch he married
Never letting up, never satisfied
He didn’t make enough money
He wasn’t good in bed
She never quit
They were louder now, the voices
Louder and ruder
Filling his mind with pain
With pressure
The voices were always women and they always
Made him crazy
With their constant harping, their constant chatter
He just wanted quiet
That’s why he did those things
The reason the quieted those other women
Trying to stop the voices
Why couldn’t they see what they made him do
Why couldn’t they just be quiet
he grabbed a knife and put on a dark jacket
It was going to be the last time
He told himself and the voices
This time, when he quieted her she would stay quiet
This time he would make sure
She was quiet
I can't explain some of the things i feel compelled to write, maybe the 'voices' tell me to do it or maybe i just like getting inside other minds...even sick ones...
Fast Track is a Mystery/Suspense novel about a young, strong-minded woman's quest to find purpose in life as she unravels the mystery of her parents' deaths 25 years earlier when she was an infant. The setting is Southern Wisconsin; the backdrop is j
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