The sun set over the ocean, turning the sky from gold to dusky pink. Angela admired the view as the waves lapped against her feet, but something was missing. She looked around the beach and, for the first time in her life, she realized she was alone. If only she had someone to share this moment with.
The old, wooden lodge was a welcome sight. It would provide refuge from the storm, and the four friends ran towards it. They were soon inside and stood on a moth bitten carpet. Water dripped from their clothes, onto the floorboards and through to the cellar below. The drops fell onto the creature’s head. It woke from its sleep and heard the footsteps above; it was time to feast.
“I ‘ate you.”
“Good, get lost then.”
“And don’t come back. You ain’t my son.”
“You ain’t ever going to see me again.”
Nobody knew that Pluto was inhabited until the probe crash landed on its surface. That was two hundred years ago. Another twenty five years went by before the first shuttle and crew arrived there. After that, we invented space craft with solar sails and the journey time was cut down to only five years. Don’t get me wrong, this is still a long time but I’m looking forward to it. What could possibly go wrong?
Detective Gomez looked at the dead man lying on the tracks like a sack of potatoes. He had been hit by a train harder than an Ali punch. Her first thought was that it was just another dumb guy trying to take a short cut home across the rails. The more she stared at the broken body, the more she sensed that something made her as uneasy as a Turkey at Christmas. One hand in particular looked wrong. The fingers were clenched in a fist, apart from one which seemed to be pointing. Gomez walked in the direction the finger pointed, and that was when she saw it.
Thursday 16th January
I am in love. Crazy, stupid, wonderful, amazing love.
Friday 17th January
My family and friends don’t share in my excitement. Why? What is wrong with my new love?
Saturday 18th January
I don’t understand why I can’t marry a washing machine. We love each other. Isn’t that what matters?