Written in The Stars

By Joseph Sweet

A botched Serial Killing may have shown him the light. Not that it will help you any.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Sweet
• Release date: Jun 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301911462

Joseph Sweet

Joseph Sweet was born October 31 1976, and has been writing seriously since the age of sixteen. He currently lives in the upstate NY community of Watertown. Aside from writing he plays guitar and keyboard, writes and sings his own songs, and is an amateur photographer. He has worked in Television and radio doing voices and making and editing commercials, played in several bands, and acted in theater, but his greatest passion is and always has been his writing.

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Written In The Stars

by Joseph Sweet

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Joseph P. Sweet and Forsaken Press

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This story is recommended for ages 18 and up.

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Written In The Stars

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You'll just have to trust me when I say that I don't believe in fortune tellers. But there was this one you see. How I came to find out her home address was, well, I followed her home from the supermarket one night, and the next night, and so on... You get the picture.

I had been watching her, in fact, for a month.

Her habits were so perfectly predictable.

She didn't seem to have a job at first. But she bought groceries twice a week, stopped for a sandwich at a local specialty shop for lunch both days on the way there, and then returned home. Other than that, she never left the house. She was like clockwork, which is perfect for guys like me. I'm not average either to what is expected of someone like me. But I'm not going to describe myself. I think that would just complicate things.

It was the last night, when I followed her home that I'd begun to get a kick out of the sign in her window. ‘Fortunes Told’ the sign said in bold blue neon.

That's rich, I thought. Why didn't she see me coming? I had been watching her all of this time. I had been following her and checking her mail to make sure that there was only one recipient at this address. She hadn't seemed to notice me even once.

And that was when I made my move, certain that she was a fraud.

As I closed in, right hand in my jacket pocket, tightly gripping the ether-soaked cloth - The old tricks were the best, after all – she dropped one of her bags, jerked her head to the side, and then spun around. The look on her face was one of shock and then dazed amusement. It was as though she had just remembered something important.

I went along with my honest surprise, though my first impulse was to throw her to the ground and hold the cloth over her mouth until she stopped struggling and then strangle her right there on the sidewalk until she stopped breathing. Luckily for me, I do have some control over those urges. I stepped back and took a breath, then asked, Are you okay? The words were barely more than a whisper. She took my breath away. I was amazed at how much she reminded me of... her. But then they all