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Murder Is Easy
SPOILER ALERT/WARNING: If anyone is reading or planning to read And Then There Were None (also titled sometimes as Ten Little Indians) by Agatha Christie, you should probably not read this story as it will contain a MAJOR spoiler for that book! You’ve been warned
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Chryseis Kent, the dark-haired head of the University Library’s Acquisitions Department, looked over the railing from where she stood on the library’s fourth floor promenade and gazed down over the balustrade at the lounge area in the library’s second floor atrium. An elderly white haired woman in a gray skirt, white buttoned up blouse and a matching gray jacket sat dozing in one of the comfortable chairs in the atrium with a folded newspaper and an ivory-handled walking cane across her lap. The director of the library, Ms. Pryor, had sent Chr
Enslaved by the Lesbian Vampire Cougars part 1
Enslaved by the Lesbian Vampire Cougars
Chapter 1: My name is Emily and I’m in love with an older woman.
It’s been a year since I moved out of my parents’ place in Orange County and started living independently in an apartment in LA to attend classes UCLA. I came here to be a journalism major even though my true passion lies in writing, if you’re wondering why I didn’t just become an English major, it’s because I’m following the example of one of my favourite writers; don’t just focus on writing, living your life and having experiences matter more. And while he studied history I feel it’s much the same as a good mystery always makes for a good story.
But I think I’ve gone off on another tangent, which is something I often do: good at remembering facts, always a struggle to get them down succinctly.
You see I’m just 22, near the end of my degree but still not really ready for the adult world; during my job waiting tables
The Tomb of Nanmon Tenioenai
Marsha and her friend Davis both entered the graveyard, a chill going up their spines as they heard the sound of a wolf howling. They had heard legends of how people had entered the graveyard and were never seen again, and they wanted to see if these rumors were really rumors after all. Marsha turned to Davis and gestured to a strange tomb. It stood out from the other graves, because instead of a plaque saying the date of birth and death for the person buried, the plaque just said "The Tomb of Nanmon Tenioenai," Apart from the official looking text, there was some stuff written in reddish paint. They seemed to warn about the horrors inside the tomb, with vague phrases like 'BEWARE HIS TOUCH' and 'LAUGH UNTIL THE END'. This frightened the couple greatly, but they were determined to get in that tomb and snap at least a few photos of whatever might be down there. It would definitely be put in the newspap
Virtus TitillationemAs she stared out her only view into the outside world, a tiny window barely big enough for her arm to fit through, she wondered where he was. Today was the day he came, she knew it by heart. Maybe he would forget? She knew it wasn't possible, The Great Accuser never forgot anything. As if on cue he appeared from the mist, his billowing black cape flowing behind him. She swallowed hard, her heart began to race, she wanted nothing more than to run, to find a place to hide, but she remained motionless as the horrible, wonderful man came closer to the gates of the tower. Her eyes never once left his gruff, menacing figure until he disappeared beyond the view of her little window Finally willing herself to move, she quickly went away from the window, the chain around her ankle making a horrible sound as it dragged across the stone. Smoothing her long red hair she prepared herself for his entrance.
The creak and slam of the gat
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