The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 47

Copyright 2018 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California

Johnny had seen men in an alley beat up and old man before but he had not ever been so close to the danger of a possible murder. When he saw his new friend crash through the apartment door, a strong chill passed through his body. This feels like the night my father died. Death is near. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 47”

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Why I Still Love to Write…

Copyright 2018 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California

It’s not only that I grew up loving the way John Steinbeck writes and how he moves me with his stories such as Grapes of Wrath, Cannery Row, Sweet Thursday, et al, it’s that I have found a way to communicate how I feel through storytelling. Continue reading “Why I Still Love to Write…”

The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 46

Copyright 2018 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California

Brian’s fear raced through his mind as he ran down the hall. How could I leave Marilyn alone tonight, especially after how she had been so nervous running into that guy down at the Buena Vista Cafe? Then he heard her scream as he was inches away. He slammed through the apartment’s frosted glass door and found her bloodied body slumped in a heap at the end of the couch by the window. He knelt by her side. “Marilyn!” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 46”

The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 44

Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California

The fresh night air in the neighborhood pressed against Brian’s face. The muffled noise of police radios and men murmuring from the direction of the Murder Building caught his attention. “God, what else can be happening at that building? Have they found more bodies?” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 44”

The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 41

Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California

Amy sat at the square kitchen table next to the window. The usual chatter from families all around the central air well had quieted. It was late and they were scared. Looking out into the semi-lit air well Amy counted only three windows open and saw the neighbor across from her shut her window with a snap when she spotted Amy looking her way. A man’s hand pulled the light beige blind down right after. It seems everyone has the sense to be careful except me. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 41”