Kenneth James Allen
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Facilitator extraordinaire by day, writer of twisted stories at night. Started writing when an idea at 2am wouldn't leave me alone. I fear spiders and hypodermic needles. Follow me on Facebook and check out https://kennethjamesallen.com/
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Emma thought it was a very peculiar thing. The item had no place in being there, yet as the Autumn winds blew the orange and red leaves around her feet, they revealed a small black notebook. She looked up and down the busy path with a furrowed brow. People bustled down the park thoroughfare, eager to go about their business, and doing their best to protect themselves from the elements. None of them looked concerned they had dropped what appeared to be an extremely precious item.
By Kenneth James Allen3 years ago in Criminal
