Newcastle Tragedy
By Lachlan Tax
“ I hate you” I shouted at her. She replied with “I wish i never met you” I hear the creaking sounds of the front door and signal to Mary that Lily is home. She walks awkwardly down the corridor to meet us. I think she is arriving home from the theatres.
“Why are you home so early?” I asked, she was staring at me, probably wondering what we were arguing over.
I give Mary a look and head up to the master bedroom. My plans are set in stone and my motive is clear. Late at night, even early morning, around 2am, i will storm into the room which Mary sleeps and murder her. Lily May, her daughter, sleeps with her often, it is my intention not to hurt her or her older brother and i intend get away safely. My weapon of choice is stored downstairs, in the basement, hidden from anyone who passes by. A tomahawk, I use it to chop wood for the fire. Later that night I lay in bed and doze off thinking of what is to in the morning. Unexpectedly, i wake up to whispers coming from Mary’s room. A voice that sounds familiar, Lily’s. I creep closer to the door to hear the conversation.
“I don’t like him mum”
“Neither do I, but we have nowhere else to go right now”
“What if he tries to hurt you next time”
“Don’t worry, he won’t” She replies convincingly
After hearing this i carefully creep down to the kitchen and look at the clock. It reads 1.36AM. I will wait another 20 minutes until they doze off to sleep to retrieve the tomahawk. I sit patiently on the front porch, rocking back and forth, wondering if this is what i want to do. The cool air brushes against my face, causing chills to run through my spine. After I stop hearing chatter from Mary’s window, I slowly approach the stairs leading to the basement. After opening the door, I make my way towards the tomahawk, which is lodged in between the cupboard and the brick wall. After obtaining the weapon, I march upstairs, making sure they hear me approaching.
“George is that you?”
I don’t reply, with only one goal in the back of my mind, to murder Mary. Opening the door I attempt to slash her, screams fill the room. I can see fear in her eyes. The slaughtering is short and sweet and i proceed to slit her throat from ear to ear in the same bed as her sixteen-year-old daughter, Lily.
I run, and fast, with people calling my name behind me. I don’t look back. Sprinting through the trees, i start to regret my decision to murder my wife. No, i did what was
needed. No turning back now.
“Why are you home so early?” I asked, she was staring at me, probably wondering what we were arguing over.
I give Mary a look and head up to the master bedroom. My plans are set in stone and my motive is clear. Late at night, even early morning, around 2am, i will storm into the room which Mary sleeps and murder her. Lily May, her daughter, sleeps with her often, it is my intention not to hurt her or her older brother and i intend get away safely. My weapon of choice is stored downstairs, in the basement, hidden from anyone who passes by. A tomahawk, I use it to chop wood for the fire. Later that night I lay in bed and doze off thinking of what is to in the morning. Unexpectedly, i wake up to whispers coming from Mary’s room. A voice that sounds familiar, Lily’s. I creep closer to the door to hear the conversation.
“I don’t like him mum”
“Neither do I, but we have nowhere else to go right now”
“What if he tries to hurt you next time”
“Don’t worry, he won’t” She replies convincingly
After hearing this i carefully creep down to the kitchen and look at the clock. It reads 1.36AM. I will wait another 20 minutes until they doze off to sleep to retrieve the tomahawk. I sit patiently on the front porch, rocking back and forth, wondering if this is what i want to do. The cool air brushes against my face, causing chills to run through my spine. After I stop hearing chatter from Mary’s window, I slowly approach the stairs leading to the basement. After opening the door, I make my way towards the tomahawk, which is lodged in between the cupboard and the brick wall. After obtaining the weapon, I march upstairs, making sure they hear me approaching.
“George is that you?”
I don’t reply, with only one goal in the back of my mind, to murder Mary. Opening the door I attempt to slash her, screams fill the room. I can see fear in her eyes. The slaughtering is short and sweet and i proceed to slit her throat from ear to ear in the same bed as her sixteen-year-old daughter, Lily.
I run, and fast, with people calling my name behind me. I don’t look back. Sprinting through the trees, i start to regret my decision to murder my wife. No, i did what was
needed. No turning back now.
The Battle of Blood Alley
By Ciara Bryant
The tension had been building for weeks. The queens of the Sydney underworld were at each others throats constantly. They had a fierce rivalry and would do any thing to out do each other. One would wear one of the most expensive silver fox fur and then the next week the other would have a even more expensive one. They also tried to out do each other in the business. It did not end well.
I was in the back of Devine house when it all started. The house was relatively new and very fancy but that would be expected because it belonged to Tilly Devine or better known as the Queen of Woolloomooloo. She had anything she wanted but the only thing she couldn’t have was victory over her rival, Kate Leigh and her gang. Leigh was almost as powerful as Tilly and was known as the Queen of Underworld.
The front door slammed open so fast it almost fell off its hinges. Ten men, all crammed into the front room, bursting to tell Tilly what they had just found out. Some of them had bleeding scratches and a few had black eyes. They had been in fight. Probably with some men from Kate’s gang.
“ Phil has been selling us cut cocaine” one of the men blurted out.
“What!” shouted Tilly.
“Leigh sent him to us to sell us bad cocaine”
Everyone else in the room was shocked. Phil had had have known that if he got doing that he would be killed. But who am I kidding this was a cut throat business and people will do anything for a little bit of money.
Tilly stood up out of her chair. “ Well its time for a fight.” She said with a smile.
We walked down the dark alleyway. The night sky was clear and the moon was in the shape of a crescent. There were a few puddles, left over from this mornings rain. There was least twenty of us and each of us was armed. Guns, razors, knives and more, we had everything. We knew that Kate’s men would be here soon.
Half an hour passed. The moon was still visible above the roof tops and the wind was getting stronger. We were getting bored of waiting, then we heard them walking around the corner. There was twenty or so of them and probably twice as many weapons. We stared each other down and few men yelled insults at each other. When we couldn’t stand it any more we, we pulled out and our guns and stared firing at each other.
I pulled out my knife and ran at one man, I got him from behind but he elbowed me off. I fell to the ground. He stood over me and point his gun at me. He pulled the trigger and shot me in the leg. It hurt like hell. Blood gushed out and my vision blurred in and out. I layer back on the ground. I saw him walk up to me. He pressed the gun into my chest and fired.
I was in the back of Devine house when it all started. The house was relatively new and very fancy but that would be expected because it belonged to Tilly Devine or better known as the Queen of Woolloomooloo. She had anything she wanted but the only thing she couldn’t have was victory over her rival, Kate Leigh and her gang. Leigh was almost as powerful as Tilly and was known as the Queen of Underworld.
The front door slammed open so fast it almost fell off its hinges. Ten men, all crammed into the front room, bursting to tell Tilly what they had just found out. Some of them had bleeding scratches and a few had black eyes. They had been in fight. Probably with some men from Kate’s gang.
“ Phil has been selling us cut cocaine” one of the men blurted out.
“What!” shouted Tilly.
“Leigh sent him to us to sell us bad cocaine”
Everyone else in the room was shocked. Phil had had have known that if he got doing that he would be killed. But who am I kidding this was a cut throat business and people will do anything for a little bit of money.
Tilly stood up out of her chair. “ Well its time for a fight.” She said with a smile.
We walked down the dark alleyway. The night sky was clear and the moon was in the shape of a crescent. There were a few puddles, left over from this mornings rain. There was least twenty of us and each of us was armed. Guns, razors, knives and more, we had everything. We knew that Kate’s men would be here soon.
Half an hour passed. The moon was still visible above the roof tops and the wind was getting stronger. We were getting bored of waiting, then we heard them walking around the corner. There was twenty or so of them and probably twice as many weapons. We stared each other down and few men yelled insults at each other. When we couldn’t stand it any more we, we pulled out and our guns and stared firing at each other.
I pulled out my knife and ran at one man, I got him from behind but he elbowed me off. I fell to the ground. He stood over me and point his gun at me. He pulled the trigger and shot me in the leg. It hurt like hell. Blood gushed out and my vision blurred in and out. I layer back on the ground. I saw him walk up to me. He pressed the gun into my chest and fired.