Who Killed 2018? A Murder Mystery Weekly Recap.

2018 is dead. Blood everywhere. A nearby furby equipped with a bayonet is the prime suspect. The only evidence (aside from the 2018 DNA all over the aforementioned bayonet) lies in the links below. Can you figure out who killed 2018?

EXHIBIT A: The finale to "Before Color" my collection of personal essays. It's the conclusion that wraps up everything that went into the project.

BEFORE COLOR

Episode 24:

​"Anxiety Pt. 2"

​EXHIBIT B: The Trish's Dishes recipe for a Grilled Tofurky Florentine Sandwich

TRISH'S DISHES

​Discover Trish's deep love for Tofurky while Saarthrul attempts to begin the Endless Harvest and reap the destruction of humanity.

EXHIBIT C: A new addition to the blog, my Daily Tarot Blogs are some of the content that will be showing up between now and my next collection of personal essays.

DAILY TAROT BLOG

X of Pentacles; Forward.

2 of Pentacles;
​Adapt.

Queen of Pentacles;
​Nurture.

EXHIBIT D: A short New Years post. That's all. 

It's a New Year.

​What's next?

EXHIBIT E: The final bit of evidence are in the writing prompts from this week.

Sunday

"You crouch down in the dark, dripping cave. You’ve run for too long and your legs don’t feel like they’re yours anymore. The beast is here, you can hear it snarling. You think hard about how you’re going to do this…"

Wednesday

"You stare out into the deep blue that surrounds you. Bubbles escape your mouth and you start to calculate where you go from here."

Saturday

"​​It’s your first day of work at your new job. When you go inside, you find that you’re the only person in the office. Going further in, you notice that this isn’t an office at all, and you begin to worry that you’ve been set up."

Monday

"You are ready to begin. Four people stand before you awaiting the gifts that you must imbue. Each one specific and meant to help with their journey."

Thursday

"The chains that hold him down begin to glow red hot and then, in an instant, they are gone. He blinks a few times before he sees them slithering across the ground towards the door. His exit. His freedom."

Tuesday

""The ceremony is about to begin. You and three others stand before the master, awaiting the gifts that they will imbue. Each one is specific and meant to help with your journey. Except… yours is… Wait, what? I’m sorry, one more time? How exactly is that supposed to help you? Goddamnit."

Friday

"White stripes line the floor, seeming to lead to a giant wooden door. As you walk closer to the door you hear breathing from the other side."