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Simon shone his flashlight into the hole. A rope dropped down. ‘Pass me the flashlight, Dad,’ said Tom. The beam flashed and danced as Simo
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Kim telexed his article to his editor after having made some adjustments. He opened his post, allowing himself a smile of pride. He then read Gaby’s book from cover to cover. That completed, he sat at his typewriter and faith
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Kim thought for a moment. He did not like things to be out of his control. He had inflicted the cut on himself, so to some extent he had dictated the result. He had known exactly what he was doing . This situation fascinated
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Tom wondered fleetingly where this interrogation was leading. He had the distinct feeling that David had some kind of agenda with everything and everyone, and most of what he said had some underlying meaning.1
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Tom pulled into the short lane that led into the yard of the farmhouse where he lived with his mother and father, although he had a self co
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Gerald almost didn't see the note as he thumbed through the circulars and magazines for house number 1074. Its stark whiteness blared again
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Short, suspenceful write I had to do for an English project. ^.^ Very Edgar Allen Poe-ish. Lol.
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"Hey, could you go a little faster? We're never going to make it to the party if you're driving like an old woman!" The girl whined, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting at the boy driving the porche. He rolled his ey
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Hi. I am here for my appointment. “Ok well what is your name” ask the lady at the desk impatiently. “My name is James Dunn.” The lady at the desk replied “right this way please.” As she lead him to meet the boss for a job he
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Charlie learns that not everything in the world is beautiful, including him.
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The residence itself stood beyond the sugar cane fields, just outside of Palm City, and as Jack Mathers crept guardedly around its black threatening pile he sensed a disturbing menace.1
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Heath!Joker-based fic. Eventual one-sided Joker!Batman/Bruce.
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The tall three-story house seemed to laugh at Eric Trey as the wind whistled through its many cracks and holes. Why his parents had wanted
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Over thirty years had past since Pardee had become the White Witchdoctor. They had been years of peace and prosperity for his adopted count
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If you don't like slash don't read it.
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So what happens next in my thriller?
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1 / The wind, with violent and disrupting power rustle the leaves vigourosly back and forth. The tall clock tower seen in the distance begins tolling. The "ding dong" of the bell echos and recoil
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He knew that sooner or later Zimael would come back...
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