Raymond G. Taylor
Raymond G Taylor is an author based in Kent, England.
The darkness was total, complete, and merciless. He could see nothing, and it was as if he could feel nothing either. Nothing, that is, apart from the vague notion of an exit in the distance. The phrase ‘a light at the end of the tunnel,’ sprang to mind.
Where the hell is Edgar?
“Why will you say that I am mad?” the suspect asked. The words haunted me, as I returned to the crime scene. I had heard them before but could not remember where. SOCOs said the weapon was a sharp knife, a scalpel or razor blade. Cause of death: loss of blood, multiple wounds, neck and left eye. Nothing was found at the scene. I stood in the room looking around for inspiration. It was then that I saw it on the bookshelf. Poe, Collected Works. Inside, I found the cut-throat razor, gouged into page 284: The Tell-Tale Heart.
Craighaath stood by the Beck river, arms folded, countenance stern, for the climax of the three-day ceremonial. The king stood before him, dressed in plain hessian, blood and ashes daubed across his face. Craighaarth stared at him with contempt.
Striving for success
“Gifted, highly-talented and supremely motivated.” Each member of the interview panel nodded their agreement, as the Chairman continued. “We have all read her excellent work on post-trauma reconstruction in The Journal.” Again, the panel agreed.