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Mystery
At the age of forty and an
ex-boxer, John Fraser was a fine figure of a man who had earned his living in
the brutal field of the professional arm of the sport for a period of fifteen
years. A heart murmur had forced his retirement just when he appeared to be on
the verge of a breakthrough, albeit at the relatively late age of thirty-two
and he had been forced into a career change. He had...
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Mystery
Here I am laying bed,bored, staring at my ceiling in the dark. Its 12:30 am. Another day, another senseless fucking day where I would normally just go through the motions. No excitement just the same mundane shit that I've been doing the past 3 years. Same routine, same people, same places.
Except today is different. I'm not asleep yet. I always fall asleep at exactly 11:37pm each night....
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Mystery
[NOTE: This is my submission in the MONEY collection. Check Dirkin's "A Life's Worth" and Captain Morgen's "Treasure in the Backyard" for their submissions]
Riverside. I hate Riverside.
Riverside was only two hours
east of Babylon,
it sat on the coastline and there was a river.
The river flowed west, dumping into the ocean, and...
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Mystery
At the end of a dimly lit hallway stood a locked door. There was nothing significant about this door. Structurally it was the same as most. Six raised panels made of hard painted wood with a single cylindrical antique brass knob. The door was hung on the left side (with three typical brass hinges) and swung into the hall. There is no word better to describe this door than the...
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Mystery
The bus driver was trapped in his own game. He took the wrong road. His game plan was plotted, 4 months in advance, the man was gettin' older, when the problems stardid. Why did he plot it? The secrets of the garden are kept at sleep. The mission will fail if you don't listen. Wise words from wiseman at the coffeetable. Try to get it pictured like U don't know. Cuzz you don't. The bus driver...
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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...
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Mystery
Alright everyone this is my story as part of the "money" collection (including stories from Dirk, Neve, myself)...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,"...
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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...
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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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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"...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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Mystery
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...
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