Elizabethshort Stories

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She was beautiful. She' so perfect. God, she's so amazingly beautiful, but nothing can compare to the view of her right now.

Some say Hollywood killed me; others say I did it to myself -- that I just wanted the attention. But I know the truth -- only a surgeon could've made the incisions so precise. When they found my body, I was cut in two; an almost perfect, linear dissection across my waist. All of my insides had vanished -- removed and jarred to later be tested on and toyed with by my killer. My beauty was stolen, yet a smile remained -- forever plastered on my face. I craved fame, but what I received was infamy. I had never thought that I would be famous for the fashion of my death, nor had I considered getting a nickname because of it. However, it is because of this nickname that very few know my real name -- or even my real story, for that matter. I am Elizabeth Short and this is my story -- the story of the Black Dahlia.

In Hollywood, everyone is playing a part. Some just don't know it's a tragedy until the credits roll." January 1947. Los Angeles is a city of gold leaf and gutter grit. Steven Phillips is just another face in the crowd-a struggling actor working the lobby of the Biltmore Hotel, waiting for his big break. When he lights a cigarette for a hauntingly beautiful girl in black named Elizabeth Short, he thinks he's met a fellow dreamer. He doesn't know he's the last person to see her alive. Officer Taylor Harrison is a man who traded the horrors of the Pacific theater for the mean streets of the LAPD. When he discovers a body bisected with surgical precision in a vacant lot, he realizes he's hunting a monster who treats murder like performance art. As the city becomes obsessed with the "Black Dahlia," Steven and Taylor find themselves pulled into a dark web of high-society secrets, underground clubs, and a surgeon with a red signet ring who is always one step ahead. They weren't supposed to be part of the history books. They were just supposed to be witnesses. But in the City of Angels, the closer you get to the truth, the more likely you are to become part of the masterpiece.

We hear from the Black Dahlia herself