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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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 Fourteen
Sleep eluded me for the next few days. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Dayna pushing me, the world spinning out of control before my very eyes as I watched her stilettos click-clack away from view. I felt like I was in limbo waiting for the DNA results to …
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 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 Seven
I was back in the police stations interrogation room. It was humid and stuffy; the Summer storm hadn’t done much to clear the air. I was relieved that Officer Clark wasn’t there, but once I met the inspector they’d called in from Inverness, I would have done anything to have him back. Inspector David …
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 …
Chapter Four
I sat in the interview room of the station house, on the most uncomfortable chair imaginable. The atmosphere in the room was even more unsettling. Sergeant Andrews and Scott – sorry, Officer Clark – sat opposite me. Andrew’s expression was blank, making her impossible to read. Scott, on the other hand, eyed me with …
The Murder Sessions 