The Unquiet Heart

The Unquiet Heart

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The silence in the courtroom is dreadful, but what breaks it is the sound of my wife's laughter. John David had wealth, a beautiful arranged marriage to his childhood friend, Rose, and a life of privilege. But as his old habits of drinking and gambling resurfaced, the perfection shattered. When Rose spoke the name Frank, John didn't feel anger-he felt fear. The overwhelming, suffocating fear that his soulmate would leave him for a ghost from the past. A fear that drove him past sanity and straight into the dark, silent act of murder. Now, as he stands before the judge, confessing his crime in meticulous detail, John is finally at peace. He took care of the problem. He ensured Rose would never leave him. But why is Rose sitting in the back row, laughing? And why does he believe his dead wife asked him to call the police? This is the chilling confession of a man who loved too much, and the ultimate descent into possessive madness.
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Short Stories of Haami Al Naki

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"In the eerie stillness of the day, In the shallows, of our home. I feel a presence all around me, In the silence, when I'm alone The silence is so deafening, The shadows on the wall. Hands of time slowly ticking, Only memories left that's all. Echo's of laughter of bygone days, Ghostly images of how life used to be. Sunlight shines through, In my darkest hours, Spirits of loved ones comfort me. The sound of children's voices, Echo's from my past. Now there's only a eerie silence, Just a void an emptiness. All that's left are dreams Of a time so long ago. Reality's so cold and dark, Without them don't you know. But I will always treasure, Those moments of days gone by. I promise to be strong, And hold my head up high. Then when twilight pays a call, I shed a silent tear. Thinking of our days together, And pretend that your still here." -Eerie Silence by ANN A Six Part Short Story

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