“Going somewhere, boy?” he laughed maniacally. The moon was not bright enough to illumine his entire face; all I could see was the silhouette of his features and his cold-blooded muddy brown eyes. He stared at me like a predator would to a prey. “I don’t think so!” his hand clutched the front of my shirt to draw me closer to him. “I’m going to enjoy killing you, pretty boy.” He traced the square of my jaw with the cold blade of his knife. The blade stopped on the spot underneath my ear and grazed my skin. Warm blood trickled down my chin, staining the front of my shirt. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked away to prevent anger from getting the better of me. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes hoping that I could just disappear in the face of the earth. He had threatened me too many times before for me to be scared of him even when he is drunk and his knife is dangerously close to my skin. “Look at me! I want to see the life go out of your eyes as I stick this knife inside of you. I want you to see how I will end you, like I ended your parents.” His putrid breath only fuelled my anger. I could taste the sour bile making its way to my mouth, scorching the insides of my throat on its way.

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A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

“Love is a psychological and physiological phenomenon, made of synapses and hormones, endorphins and dopamine receptors, pheromones, experiences, commonalities, mutual attraction. Not the muscle of the heart. Inexact metaphor. Designed for poetry, not accuracy.” First person, present tense story told from Sherlock's point of view. Written in early 2011, prior to series 2.

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Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

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