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Deep in the city alley, lying amongst the human refuse, a small bird was slowly dying. Whether it was old age, or disease or pollution infested lungs no one would ever know, nor care. It’s body would be swept away in the mornings early hours along with the carelessly strewn garbage, and would join the immense smouldering landfill only kilometres out of town. For now, however, it struggled for life and was the only witness to the heated argument in the quiet cul-de-sac. 1 By: ProfD

Terse, strained voices traded sonic blows in harsh, half whispers. For a fleeting moment there was silence, and then a tremulous scream ripped the night air like a jackal in heat calling for a mate. A gun spoke and the argument was over. Rapid footseps echoed lazily off the grubby brick and boarded windows, diminishing casually into the never quiet, moonlit city. The small bird, startled for an instant, blinked and quietly got on with it's imminent demise. Below, on the pavement, death had already paid a call. Long strands of blonde hair, splayed on the concrete, were already beginning to lose lifes luster, lost in a spreading pool of dark, sticky magenta. 2 By: MojoMan

Not knowing she was being watched from one of the windows that the boards were torn off of the woman ran and jumped into a waiting car and sped away. Meanwhile on the ground the blond was slowly dying. You could no longer tell what color his once blond hair was. A big black dog came up and started sniffing at the body and started to whine. His master was dead. The dog then moved down the street a little ways and saw the dead bird also lying on the street. The big black dog stuck his nose in the air and tried to pick up a scent. He followed it to where the woman jumed into the car then lost the scent. The dog sat on the corner and howled. The man who was inside the old worn down building heard the dog and went out to see if the dog would come inside with him. As he settled the dog down in his makeshift room he started to talk to the dog as if it was another person. The old man spoke aloud I wonder if the cops would even believe me if I told them what I saw. After all everyone thinks I am just a crazy old man. 3 By: Sundancer

Blue and red flashes reflected off the surprisingly large pool of blood in the alley like a gaudy nightclub on a Saturday night. The body was gone, but the discoing blood, chalk lines, yellow police tapes and an ever growing curious crowd clearly defined its previous place of rest. There were whisperings amongst the onlookers. “What happened?” - “Did you see what happened?” - “Is someone dead?” - “I heard somebody say someone got shot.” – “What happened?” The human cluster strained for a better view of the scene and conjured images and dialogues of what may have been. Their hearts imagined horrendous tales of anger and violence, and suggested stories of robbery, accident or love betrayed. Feeding on the adrenalin they pressed together and followed the movements of the police with hungry eyes eager for clues as to what had happened. And nobody noticed the bird. 4 By: Rogue Boy

White line. White line. White line. White line. Driving hard into the night she stares straight ahead and tries not to think about what she has just done. White line. White line. White line. White line. Blood drips from her hands on the wheel and onto her white and slightly shaking knees. She doesn't notice. White line. White line. White line. White line. No witnesses. Away free. No more pain. A new life. No witnesses. No more humiliation. Start over. White line. White line. White line. White line. 5 By: ProfD

Crash! 6 By: Dug

Days later, sitting in a police lab sealed carefully in plastic, is a single long thread of hair. A felt marker has carefully identified the case number of the crime to which it belongs. It sits and waits to be examined. Several suburbs away, banked by monitors, lies the person to which it used to belong. Her body sleeps, and she is plagued by dreams. Dreams of death. Dreams of murder. Periodically a nurse drops in to check on her. 7 By: ProfD

Nightmares, fractured memories, another sedative is given. Flashes of a face keep intruding....Slipping into narcotic induced sleep.... 8 By: Noumcea

At the police lab tests are done on the single shred of evidence....It doesn't add up, the owner has been recorded as being in the grave for two years. 9 By: Noumcea

Meanwhile as the woman lay in the hospital the old man starts to go over again in his head what he saw in the alley below. The old man talks to the dog as if he understands. He then proceeds to write everything down in a notebook he has. It has taken him a couple of days but he realizes he knows the woman who ran away. The odd thing is he thought she was dead. How did she come back to life? Was she ever dead? Or did someone have surgery so they could look like her? All these questions was making the old mans head hurt. The old man closed the notebook and took a bottle of Whiskey and went to sit by the dog to watch the sunset. Little did he know that he was being watched. It seems he was not the only one who saw the woman kill the blonde man and run away. 10 By: Sunny

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