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The Black Notebook
Ara stepped out of her house just in time to see the city bus round the corner of her block. "Oh, Crap!" She said, gritting through her teeth.
Jack of Diamonds
CHAPTER 18: When You’re Shivering in the Grave… i Nigel woke up with a chill running through his body that reminded him of France. He was just a boy then; he knew that now. Still, he’d been cold that first winter. It was so cold your bones ached.
It sits there in that house of horrors basking in the surreal calm. Its voice rings out alerting all of its dignified purpose, but what was its purpose now. It pondered on this realization, but cast it aside its purpose was unchanging despite being ignored. They lay before in stillness perhaps waiting for something that it could not comprehend, but in such an odd way they waited. It couldn't see them twitch in their sleep as he had seen a few times before when they took a nap on the sofa.
jack of diamonds
Chapter 17: EVEN SHROUDS HAVE NO LININGS part iii “This it?” Chernetsov asked, looking at the rust-stained hulk of the Minotaur sitting in its berth. It was dusk, so there was little more he could see other than a dark silhouette as he listened to the water slapping against the hull as it rested on the tide. Massive tie-up lines wrapped around squat bollards slick with seaweed, the lines running at sagging lengths to the deck above; he could hear the hull scraping up against the berth with every passing wave of the tide.
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ii The train out to Plymouth was s slow and plodding thing, and Reggie looked out at the passing countryside wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Guns; dope; Russians; the Solomon brothers? It was enough to make a man want to pull his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs. He’d have to be on top of his game, though; he’d have to be at his best. He’d been out of the game for so long now, that while Charlie may have felt confident having him back on board, Reggie didn’t feel the same way. He kept looking at his watch and looking up at the conductor, wanting time to press on. He wanted this over with; he wanted to get back to Chumley Grove, and Claire, settling back into the life he’d chosen, not this. He looked at his watch again. He had to get into the station and set up before six o’clock. The deal was set for eight o’clock tonight, so it’d be dark enough not to attract attention, Charlie said, and Reggie saw the sense in that. There were no electric lights along that side of the docks, and while an inconvenience, he thought it might work to his advantage by keeping the meeting area small. But he wanted to get there earlier because he didn’t trust the Solomons; he didn’t trust Charlie either, but then, he knew Charlie. Still, there was always going to be that nagging doubt in the back of his head, wasn’t there? An itch that just wouldn’t scratch; a pain that wouldn’t go away.
We were stuck in a house not able to go anywhere, and no one to talk to cause they all looked alike. Our only hope was Sally had a great plan set up and ready to go. The big problem was the criminal minds were dealing with were mostly rogue cops or ex cops. That made this situation more deadly cause they would know most of our moves and plans and thats tough when your trying to rescue people who are cops that are hostages to the criminal masterminds behind the masks.
The Breaking Point
The handle was a golden rectangle in the center of a chocolate block of a door, which creaked open before I could even reach for it. A pale, wizened face beneath a swath of woolen white wisps and tucked into a strangling navy blue turtle-neck appeared from the gloom beyond. The denture-filled mouth cracked.
When she moved next door, I could tell something was not right. There was a strong negative energy coming from her when she introduced herself, although she seemed pleasant enough. She was a single mom, but instantly it was apparent that her daughter was not her biggest fan - the tension was so thick I could feel it in my chest. My wife is a beautiful person, who assumes the best in everyone, and she felt I was being too judgemental about the neighbors without giving them a chance.
Green on The Vine
Discovering that one of your most formative childhood memories was designed as a means to conceal murder is quite disconcerting. I blinked back tears as the crew cut the last of the dead tree and hauled the stump from the place where a 9 year old me, had planted it with my grandmother and her sister 30 years earlier.
What Goes Around, Comes Around
‘You’re mine,’ he grated, tearing away at her clothes. ‘I own you!’ ‘Please… No,’ Debbie cried, but he rammed a hand over her mouth, slicing her lip open with a large silver ring with the moon's light glinting off it.
THE BLEEDING TREE
The sun was bleeding. It’s lazy descent over the horizon leaving a wake of crimson to usher in the night. Catherine smiled, leaning her back against the pear tree.
Lucy ducked behind the tree and hoped the darkening sky would focus their concentration on staying under the umbrella rather than on the fact she was trailing them. Her obsession to end this propelled her, and over the months, the desire had grown.