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Mystery
Of Vice and Virtue
Lust
"‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
You would think after the umpteenth time I heard that particular saying, I would have taken it to heart. Sadly, taking advice has never been my strong suit and because of that, I have to start my search over entirely. All of my work was for naught, all because of her.
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Alright everyone this is my story as part of the "money" collection (including stories from Dirk, Neve, myself and weaver)...Its not finished, but I've left everyone on a cliff hanger; if you like it, let me know and I'll keep writing!
April 21, 1982
The boy's pupils had dilated at least three times their regular size.
"The smell was really, really bad," he exclaimed, "and...I think...I thi...
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Mystery
On their way back to the stairs
leading to the ground floor, Marks and Wallace passed the flat of Miles Thomas
to see George Groves and his team leaving the scene. Marks looked at his watch
and only then realised that they had all been at the flats for over four hours.
"Anything to report?” He asked as
the forensic pathologist met him at the door. Groves
smiled – this was typical of Dennis Marks.
“I’ll k...
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Mystery
Leroy Randall, the tenant of Flat
5 and final occupier of the first floor of the block, was 39 years old, single
and living alone since his step father kicked him out eighteen years ago. He
had come to Britain
from Jamaica with
his parents when he was just a baby, and his father had worked as a labourer
for the council. It was low paid work which the average British male considered
to be beneath his dignity. Like many West Indians, Jerom...
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Jeremy Masterson’s opening of the flat door almost took Dennis Marks by surprise – it was almost as if he had been standing there waiting for the knock. According to Thornton’s list he had lived there with his wife Alice since the flats opened, and along with Roger Preston they were the veterans of the block at 68 and 66 respectively. He was a retired businessman who had married his secretary and had lived happily ever after &...
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Steve was freaking one moment ago we was acting tuff and strong.
Now he was crying,shaking,angry,sad he couldnt handle it -Why!? Why?!?! Why did this happen who did this why!? WHY?!!?!- Was all Steve was thinking. Just then officer Adrian Knight walked up, a friend of his dad's. Steve knew him too
"Steve are you ok?" Adrian asked "I've been better" repleid Steve "Well I read officer Mark's rep...
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Steve awoke. He heard clanging,yelling,gun shots.
He quickly grabed his swicth blade he was only 13. His grandfather gave it to him he then remembered his words "This is only for when there is trouble" his grandfather had given it to him just before he died. He then threw open his bedroom door, there layed his father 3 big red spots on his chest,he looked up there stood a tall man dressed in black.
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At thirty-nine and single, Roger
Preston was one of life’s drifters. Having left school without much in the way
of qualifications he had wandered fairly aimlessly through a variety of
professions before settling for a number of years into the role of a bouncer
for the owner of a chain of nightclubs around the Thames
Valley. This line of employment
terminated as a result of a late night fracas with some out of town thugs, when
he sust...
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Mystery
Richard and Grace Thomas had not
heard from their son Miles for several weeks. Whilst this was not unusual for
the majority of young people at university, bearing in mind their busy social
lives, for him it was completely out of character. He was one of life’s
spendthrifts and constantly short of money for a variety of reasons. The
telephone calls for emergency funds were regular and consistent, and despite
their best attempts to rein...
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Stephen Davies looked at this watch – 1.35pm and it was just starting to rain. That didn’t bother him in the slightest; he had just secured the largest IT installation and support contract since joining Fowkes Barrett and his quarterly sales target had been blown out of the water. His August salary would contain a substantial bonus and today’s achievement could even put him in line for the award of salesman of the year. He had...
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It had been two years now. Two years since the facts about Thomas Weston had finally been revealed to him by the man calling himself Michael Roberts. A shadowy figure operating in the background of the security services, Roberts exuded an air of menace with the subtle smile of the predator about to consume its prey. They had crossed paths on a couple of occasions, and each time Marks had come away from their encounters unscathed, but with the u...
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Dennis Marks closed the file and smiled. Another serious criminal removed from the streets of Britain and looking at a ten to fifteen year stretch in one of Her Majesty’s maximum security establishments. Since his promotion from DS to DI eighteen months ago his job satisfaction index had risen by a factor of around four. He had his own team of detectives, a budget which was the envy of every other Inspector in the division and a clear up ...
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The smell was almost overpowering and it hit them as soon as they had forced open the front door of the house. Detective Sergeant Marks recognised it immediately – the smell of death and decomposition. He had experienced body discovery before, but nothing as bad as this and they hadn’t even located the corpse yet. Ten years ago, as a uniformed PC, he had been called to a house on the local council estate where neighbours had reporte...
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At last, back home. The rail
journey up from London had been the
worst he could ever remember. Stop and start all the way with one delay
following another and precious little of anything edible in the buffet car.
Three and a half hours to travel 200 miles on what was supposed to be a high
speed railway after a business meeting which seemed to go on forever. Never
mind, he’d already phoned his wife Jane to tell her of the delay until...
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Standing before the little house now brought back floods of memories. They had always called her Aunty Rose despite the fact that there was no family connection at all. She had been a friend of his mother’s and during the long school summer holidays James and Harry had spent many happy hours in and around the cottage. In those days it had a whitewashed exterior with green window frames and doors, a white ‘picket’ fence enclosi...
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Mystery
Barry loved the smell of a
new car; he hoped this would not make him forget the poverty he and his family
had lived before he became the toilet attendant. He never wanted to forget the
struggle he had lived before, and never to be unappreciative of his new found
wealth. The car swayed as Barry moved from lane to lane trying to keep some
distance with the red car that speeded along the motorway, occasionally his
eyes growled towards his wi...
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Mystery
I looked down upon the young woman who had just collapsed
because of the effects of a sleeping dart.
Shaking hindering thoughts from my head, I proceeded to tie her hands
and feet and sling her over my shoulder.
Then with an evil snicker I climbed out the first-floor window. She was mine now and she was going to
pay.
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Mystery
Maroon curtain goes up, while blazing lights flash on and
enthusiastic crowd cheers. It is show time.
Eleanor James walked on stage. Calm on the outside, but not on the inside. Knees shaking, she took her place. The music started. The crowd hushed. This is
show biz.
As she prepared to sing, Eleanor lifted the microphone to
her mouth and scanned the crowd.
Destiny s...
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She stood there, her body in shock. Her clothes were covered in blood. The murder weapon in her hand; a butchers knife. She fell to her knees crying. Police kicked down the door and stormed in. Five men in blue circled around her. She was cuffed and led out of the house. She was eased into the car and taken away from the murder scene.
Interrogation. What is interrogation? But annoyance. No matter how much you tell the truth they...
04/19/2008 | 222 Hits | 2 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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The old man danced slowly, his skin almost blackened by the sun, his feet kicking up dust as the smoke from the fire curled through his white hair. Almost naked he was dancing to awaken the spirits so that they could speak through him. The rest of the tribe sat around chanting and beating drums keeping a steady rhythm while their shaman became one with the ancestors. For many days now the sound of the chainsaws had got closer...
04/18/2008 | 132 Hits | 5 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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