Short Story Essay
you will not sleep, you will not rest
Knots of anger, knots of hate
Discord brings you to your fate
I tie this second knot makes two
Bringing darkness over you
Slander, discord, evil too
Bringing darkness straight to you
With this third knot, I do bind
Weaving chaos in your mind
Hex of anger, hex of hate
Bring him down, I will not wait'
So mote it be! "
Over the summer John McFadden has noticed a change in his wife. She has become more protective, thoughtful and secretive.
With a blast that shook the …show more content…
Autumn had blended into winter, the harsh chill of the morning smote Holly's heart and she shivered, pulling her overall about her. Mr McFadden's body lay stiff, caked in grime and dirt with blood congealed around the head. The pathologist was at her wits end at two o' clock in the morning after Detective Inspector Browning had directed her to the morgue as part of an "ongoing investigation". There was no obvious cause of death: no haemmorage, brain trauma or asphyxiation and no signs of physical damage. 'This is one tough case' she thought, putting down the scalpel. No difference in the eyes, the brain looked normal and the organs were of the usual weight and content so nothing was amiss there. A wisp of hair fell accross her face and as she pushed it back into the tight bun she gasped. The teacher's body was now covered in burns and scars while veins pushed the surface of the skin, stretching it in different directions and making the body writhe.
She shut her eyes. The late nights she worked sometimes took their toll but as she opened them again, to her dismay the illusion was still