One, two, three, can we play the game Of the murderess who had no name? Lucifer was waiting, but Saint Francis came And said her name is nowhere on your deeds So she will come to heaven now with … Continue reading →
“Georgia Lee” isn’t the song I planned for today. I wanted a break from the heavy stuff. I was working on something lighter, and if it was a real-life story, it was one that occurred well before my lifetime. My … Continue reading →
Introduction We here at Murder Ballad Monday are soon fixing to close our second year of writing about our topic of choice! Don’t worry; we have a few more weeks to go before we get to our holiday hiatus, and … Continue reading →
“Murder in the Red Barn” by Jaya King “…I think the world is going to be here a whole lot longer after we’re gone. I’m just waiting for the whole world to open up and swallow us all in, scrape … Continue reading →
What I like most about “Frank’s Wild Years,” is what a clever little liar it is and how — like all clever little liars — its lies reveal so many larger truths. Truths not just about this couple, Frank … Continue reading →
Look into the eyes of this attractive and rather worried looking young woman. What sad story do you see? What tale of despair and dreams gone bad? What demons? What lost angels? What, you don’t see any of … Continue reading →
Look at the eyes of this cute and rather worried looking chihuahua. What sad story do you see? What tale of despair and dreams gone bad? What demons? What lost angels? If you don’t already know from the title of … Continue reading →
