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THIRTEEN: The Bryophytes
THE FOREST IS CUT OFF BY multiple creeks and rivers along the walls of the suburb which enveloped the whites and greens of the town on the map. The suburb sat on a depression in the land’s topography surrounded by ranges of hills and forestry—like a salad bowl from above. It promised a lux life away from the Kafkaesque nature of the city.
But neither the gods know what sinister mysteries lurk in the quiet, lush town, hiding behind the endless sea of weeping willows and towering mahoganies.
Today is the day that the Midnight Club goes on yet another one of their pretentious adventures; leaving behind Isaac who was still high on alprazolam, Gwyneth who was still in dreamland, and Dean who has unfortunately passed off.
The sun is just starting to shed off its blankets at 7 in the morning. Dew on the shrubs and bushes along the stree
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The Midnight Club Murders FOURTEEN: The Great Humming
THE THREE FOUND THEMSELVES running through wild bushes and creeping shrubs; not away from the sound but into it, fueled by an adamant Agatha much to the dismay of the other two.The sun seemed to disappear from the morning skies as they delved and dived deeper through the crevices of the forest ground. Drooping bamboo and the roofs of trees hindered the light from them. As the forest swallowed the three, the trail only got darker and rockier and the humming sound grew louder and bellowed even more.Mickey screamed at the top of his lungs, “I THINK WE’RE ALMOST THERE, OH MY GOD!”Isa, Agatha, and Mickey were panting louder than ever, almost gasping for air.The trail winded down a narrow curve between two opposing chunks of dark granite rock. The dirt path abruptly stopped in front of a large boulder painted with streaks of dri
The Midnight Club Murders FIFTEEN: A Performance in Two Acts
Folks, get ready for a performance in two acts—featuring puppets on a string.***Act OneANOTHER SUNLIT DAY at Van Duke High.A heat wave in the middle of August was uncanny. Every student in Mr. Groffman’s BIO 1 class was drenched in sweat. While Persephone-11 was akin to a boiler room, they could not open the windows because of honey bees swarming from the nearby woods.Isa was fanning herself with a filler notebook. Her eyes drooped from the heat and the boredom. Mickey attentively took notes and persevered. Isaac completely fell asleep, sleepless nights being the culprit.Meanwhile, Agatha sat in the back
The Midnight Club Murders SIXTEEN: Wilted Petals
ISA FOUND HERSELF COMING BACK to Christie Claricel's bedroom. Somehow, it felt like home.One evening, while cooking homemade ramen, Noel Marie came home donning the strong, pungent smell of whiskey."Isa make me coffee," he said in a slurred speech, on the verge of passing out.Isa rolled her eyes, "Why are you drunk again?""Coffee.""Will you please answer the question?""Rude fucking bitch. I said, GO MAKE ME COFFEE!""WHY ARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK AGAIN?"In a fit of rage, Noel pulled Isa by her
The Midnight Club Murders ZERO: The Odd One Out
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 —𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑. IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT, six friends—who each felt like they have known one another for a lifetime—guffaw and chuckle as they bask in the moonlight’s glow. The moonlight spilled onto their faces through the rickety and old window of the familiar classroom. Two of them joked around. One of them whined about going home. Two of them talked too loud. One almost passed out. The Alcohol Junkie The Whining Thespian The Bibliophile The Know-It-All
The Midnight Club Murders ONE: Voices in the Cafeteria
FOUR DAYS AGO, on a sunny Friday morning, the 11th grade of Van Duke Public High School prayed in the midst of an assembly. One hundred and fifty students stood in lines along the asphalt of the school quadrangle. No one dared to make a sound, not even a breath or a snort. Van Duke appeared frozen in time.“…and we hope that sha’ys one with yah angles. Christie had always been a great friend, schtudent, and sistah,” a cheery girl with short stature and curly hair said onto the microphone podium, in front of the 11th graders with a slight whimper in her high-pitched voice which appeared to badly mimic a grieving tone.The day was the first anniversary of Gwyneth Claricel’s sister, Chr
The Midnight Club Murders TWO: Convictions of Rum & Gin
VAN DUKE PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL is a 54-year-old establishment that consisted of four buildings and a quadrangle where assemblies took place, although it only appeared to be outdated because of the substandard construction, leaky faucets, broken windows, and cracking tiles. Rain leaked inside the classrooms through cracks in the ceiling—a great pain in the ass especially during the months of August thru October where the monsoon sets inland.The high school was publicly funded through generous alumni donations and a small provincial fund that barely gets anything fixed. In fact, if it wasn’t for the donations, Van Duke would have been a putrid abandoned mess that posed a biohazard. The comfort rooms reek of leaking pee and bleach as rats and pests ran amok in wall holes and floor gaps. An intercom system, generously set up free of charge by a PTA member, ran from the principal’s mi
The Midnight Club Murders THREE: The Show Must Go On
MONDAY CAME, two days after that sorrowful night. A body was found with a slit throat in Eurydice-11, lying on a pool of blood and with a spilled, white and pink liquid everywhere, which appeared to be liquor. Two bottles of branded alcohol and numerous plastic cups laid around the body. A razor blade which was rusty and bloodied was in its hand. It appeared to be bloated postmortem as it started to decompose. It gave of a putrefying, sulphurous smell which mixed up with the pungent aroma of the liquor, making the cops who were on the scene nauseous. Two days into decomposition, blood pooled on the body’s back and feet, making the skin appear black. Bloating has set in, pushing forward the eyes and making the tongue pop out a little. The scene was horrifyingly grotesque. The monsoon started to kick in. The students were expected to
The Midnight Club Murders FOUR: Intangible Wildfires
Dusk sets in gradually to a night,Birds of dark feather now take flightCold blackness arises to feathery orange,Sleeplessness resonates in rageDawn erases footsteps like the beach,Eyes that fear are closed stitchedIN HIS ROOM lit only by the cold, cyber realms of his computer, Mickey wrote poem after poem. Remnants of scars on his forearms reminded him of years and instruments past. Typewritten poems became his liturgy and coping mechanism. Gone are the years that his only sense of calm was the sharpness of a rusty piece of metal.Yet Mickey found himself secretly longing for it. Petrarchan words in lines and sonnets stopped working. Why did it stop work
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The Midnight Club Murders TWELVE: This is Melodrama
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The Midnight Club Murders TEN: Syndromes of Fear
The Midnight Club Murders NINE: Melting Wax
