I would just like to take a minute to say thank you to everyone has been reading “The Murder Sessions” and supported me through this. It has been very daunting opening up my writing to other people like this, with lots of fears and anxieties running through my head: what if nobody likes it? What …
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Chapter Twenty
That Night Blair: Good evening Bloodlusters’ and welcome to the one hundredth episode of The Murder Sessions! To celebrate making it to one hundred episodes tonight, we have none other than model and social media influencer Dayna Khalid. I know a lot of you had requested I get her back on as a guest – …
Competition Time!
With only a few chapters left to go, it’s competition time!🥳 Who do you think killed Dayna? To answer, follow the link to The Murder Sessions Facebook group. Request to join and then once accepted, select your answer on the poll! As a thank you to the massive amount of support and loyal readers I’ve …
Chapter Seventeen
Sean had been on the run for over a week, with his brother suspended from the police force indefinitely. It seemed Macdonald believed he was helping his brother, though I found it hard to believe Scott was even capable of doing something to help another. The messages had stopped, at least from RejectedVexFan. Instead, I …
Chapter Fifteen
I caught the second – and last – bus of the day by the skin of my teeth. One of the many inconveniences of living so far in the middle of nowhere, was that if you couldn’t drive you were trapped in the village after twelve o’clock. It was a good two hour bus journey …
Chapter Thirteen
I sat in the cold interrogation room once more, the smell of coffee lingering in the air. My back ached as I fidgeted on the uncomfortable plastic chair and waited. They had set up a television, apparently to show incriminating video footage they had of me. It appeared Kirkleithen’s finest were having some technical …
Chapter Eleven
The police station was less than half a mile down the street, but it felt as if I was running a marathon. The sun beat down on my neck and I couldn’t tell if the sweat soaking the back of my neck was from the heat or nerves. A wasp flew into my face as …
Chapter Ten
“Good evening Bloodlusters, I am here this morning to bring you and update on the murder of Dayna Khalid. I’d like to start by saying I am blown away by the response this has been getting. My little backwater podcast has gained so many more listeners in a matter of two days. So welcome …
Chapter Eight
I lay in bed that night, the drawl of the radio downstairs relaying the facts of Dayna’s murder. Facts that were wrong, facts that contradicted the news report on the TV a mere hour earlier. I stood up and slammed my bedroom door shut, desperate to drown out the noise. To drown out the speculation. …
Chapter Six
I had always read about people in shock thinking and doing bizarre things, but this was the first time I had experienced it. As I bent over her listless body, tears falling,!all I could think about was how she was wearing red. Dayna hated red; she always decried it as “not her colour.” It took …
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