Thislittlemonster

"Dove è lei? Ciò che è accaduto alla mia bambina?" Jo turned round and was relieved to see a beautiful couple running toward her end of the pier. The woman (clearly the mother) reached Jo first, and when she saw her daughter lying on the dock, she fell down on her knees beside her and caressed her face. "Caramia? Caramia? Svegliarsi per favore!" She turned desperately to Jo. "Dimmi che non è davvero morta!" Jo knit her brow, smiling sympathetically. "Mi dispiace molto." The woman cried out, burying her face in her hands as the husband joined her. He looked at his daughter's body, then looked at Jo. "Parla italiano?" h

Jo slung her backpack over her shoulder and put her sandals back on, not caring that her feet still were wet and she slipped a bit as she ran to the crowd at the end of the pier. She pushed her way into the middle of all the people and inhaled sharply when she saw what everyone was so excited about. The most beautiful girl Jo had ever seen lay on her back. Her hair and clothes were damp and her skin was pale with a touch of blue to it. A sailor was giving her CPR. "Uno, due, tre!" But Jo could see that their efforts were useless—the girl had already died. "È morta." She explained, kneeling down beside the girl. "Non vi è nu

Jo sat at the end of the pier with her feet sunk in the water. After a day of walking around in her sandals, her feet were dirty and not the most wonderfully scented things; and the cool water of the Mediterranean felt refreshing to her. She had been on vacation for a few weeks. Because of her huge success with the case of Julia Dickinson, Headmaster Lehane told her she deserved a respite and gave her money and a ride on the school's private jet to Italy. So now she sat on the pier, surrounded by ships and yachts and the smell of the sea, sandals sitting beside her, sunglasses down to shield her peepers. Miley Cyrus's voice burst out singi

Once upon a time, there were two newlyweds; the mother was Calie and the father was Jeff. After their honeymoon, they moved into a humble house that just so happened to be next door to the summer home of an executive producer for a company called Bankhead Records, Incorporated. He also happened to have inherited the company from his father, but that's beside the point. So one day, Calie was having one of those cravings that pregnant women have, and unfortunately, she was craving the strawberries that grew in the backyard of the producer's summer home. She begged Jeff to bring her some, and being the kind-hearted man he was, he climbed over

Ophelia looked like a normal girl, but she, of course, was not. That happens a lot in these sorts of stories, and people seem to like that. Ophelia never told her name to anyone; and she certainly loathed being called "Ophelia Violet", which was her full name. Her name--Ophelia--was cursed long ago. By a witch, of course. Anyone who bore the name was cursed as well--doomed to do the devil's bidding whether they liked it or not. The name tied them to darkness and they would be forced to bear the mark of Evil. For fair Ophelia, this meant the number 666 was tattooed in black on the back of her shoulder. On the night our story begins, Ophelia w