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FIGHT ONE

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 [ Author's note. This is the opening chapter for a planned 20 Chapter Novel about a boxer] FIGHT ONE Hamish was making his professional debut as a boxer. He didn’t look much like a Light Heavyweight; he was scrawny and bony but he was tall – six-five in fact and that made up a lot of his weight. Hamish couldn’t believe the words when he heard them back – HEAVYWEIGHT. Inevitably the word light was in front of the word heavy but it still rang out with an air of indestructibility. I am a (light) HEAVYWEIGHT. Under-estimation was the key and they were always underestimating Hamish. Even in the amateurs; they took one look at this skinny, tall gangly teenage boy with spots and braces and thought, this guy is in the wrong sport. And that happened – a lot. And then Hamish would go in there and one well executed punch could be felt right through you into your tip toes. Hamish only lost one fight as an amateur, and that was a disqualification from a clash of heads. But here he

GOODBYE DREAMS [POEM]

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THE BEST HALLOWEEN COSTUME I EVER WORE [SHORT HORROR]

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I love Halloween. I’m not a freak… I just love the idea of being scared, of winter nights and eery music. I love scaring someone crooked. My ex-wife Delia used to tell me I take things too far. She’d look at me with that contemptuous look of disappointment and say: It’s just Halloween. You don’t have to overdo it. Every year I   did   try to overdo. One year I had assembled bits of literal pumpkin together in order to make a life-size costume of a real pumpkin for our annual neighbourhood costume party – it was gross, disgusting, bits of pumpkin falling all over the floor in an ooze of orange pulp. I loved it! The following year I’d made a wig out of real human hair and bought some second-hand babushka dresses and became – NORMA BATES. I kept jumping out at people using the toilet from behind the shower curtain (Norman Bates but in reverse) –   reeer reeer reeer. Maybe Delia was right, and I did over-do it but what’s the point of celebrating Halloween if you can’t go a little crazy. We

FOUR WORDS [SHORT HORROR]

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I always fancied myself as a bit of a writer. And that is why I attended a writing class. But these novels – they’re 80,000 words. I don’t have the time, patience or talent to write something that is 80,000 words. My writing teacher always stayed behind to discuss anything extra with students. She was a good teacher. She was kind, patient and generous with her time. I waited for the classroom to completely empty before telling her about my lack of writing confidence and that I want to write something small but effective. It was an issue I felt stupid about, and I was relieved we were alone. “Well what are you interested in?” She asked. “Horror.” I replied. And it’s true, I love horror. Horror movies, horror films, anything that can scare the beejezus out of me. “Have you heard of Reddit?” She asked me. “C’mon. Who hasn’t heard of Reddit?” I laugh. “Well, they have a page called Short Scary Stories. It’s five hundred words.” She said. “How the hell can I scare someone in just five hundr

TRUE CRIME: SHEILA DAVALLOO

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  A Real-Life Fatal Attraction — SHEILA DAVALLOO The murder of a love rival, a ‘sex’-game gone wrong, an attempted murder plot and a fatal attraction. The real-life story of Sheila Davalloo is almost as bat-shit as she is. Murderess Sheila Davalloo It all started with a workplace romance between Sheila and her handsome colleague Nelson Sessler and it ended in the brutal murder of Anna-Lisa Raymundo — Sheila's love rival and Nelson’s fiancĂ©e.  This is a true story that is Shakespearean in nature with its age-old themes of jealousy, hatred, love and vengeance. Sheila is an Iranian/American murderess currently serving her time in Bedford Hills, Connecticut. At the time of the slayings Sheila was a pharma researcher with a seemingly perfect life — as clichĂ© as that may sound. Sheila was happily married to Paul Christos, she had an excellent career as a research scientist for Purdue Pharma and her husband Paul was studying for his own doctorate in epidemiology. They were a new family ta

A MATCH MADE IN HELL (KEEP BJ SIFRIT BEHIND BARS)

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  The subject of M. William Phelps’ magnificent true crime book CRUEL DEATH; Erika and Benjamin (BJ) Sifrit were a match made in Hell. BJ was a thuggish, violent, ill-tempered bully while Erika was a highly strung, compulsive nervous wreck riddled with anxiety. There is an argument made in Phelps’ book that if these two had never met, they may never had descended into the chaotic and murderous events that would eventually get them locked up. It would seem that the love that these two had for one another was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode on the unfortunate souls that they would encounter in their search for the ultimate thrill. Married within a couple months — The Sifrits Like a 21st Century Starkweather/Fugate — these two had a love that killed. It was a week of murder and robbery for this married couple that would ultimately lead to their eventual arrest, trial and sentencing — because of the gravity of their crimes Erika and BJ deserve to rot in their jail cell forever.