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Chapter 1 : I walked slowly into the forests. It was dark, scary, and foggy. I walked on and slowed down because the forests are forbidden. I walked on and smelled something burning.
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I pointed at the thug inside the bar. 'he's the one who smashed up your car!'. In fact it was me a few hours before. Watched as this thug pushed the other to the floor.
Chapter IV - An Unexpected Visitor I was awoken at 6AM to the sound of my phone ringing, "hello" I answerd, "Dispatch; threre is a murder scene on the corner of 8th and Main, Appartment block 2593,...
Chapter I - Riverside Hotel "Through here detective" said the officer, as i was lead in to a small room in a seedy hotel by the river.
Detective, can we have a statement?". Asked a reporter as i put the jacket into the trunk of my car, suprising me i dropped the cigarette case on the floor.
"Through here detective" said the officer, as i was lead in to a small room in a seedy hotel by the river.
Chapter 3 Posters where on every tree every shop and all around town. Our Christmas tree has been standing there for 1 year now .
I didn't know we're to go, or what to do after that really.
So there I was, standing in the front of the ally. I could only see the red spot of "fox" cigarette. I walked into the ally. It was to dark to see, so I opened my lighter.
Nine AM. Nine AM, and already the sweat was running down Anderson's back. He loved his old Volvo, but by god he needed to get his A/C fixed.
"FREEZE FUCKER" Rachel Morris shouted as she jumped over the fence. Sadly, but not surprisingly it had the reverse effect. Instead of freezing, the suspect just kept running. Morris took off after...
New York City at night. In a small, dark ally there was a man. You could only see the small red spot of his burning cigarette. I was walking to this ally that night.
They're not ghouls they're not witches They're not even spirits lost in time They're just evil individuals That commit this hideous crime The witching hour, the sleepy hour The hours between twelve...
Finally the subway comes to a stop, the passengers standing almost losing their balance. Others who are sitting get up and go to the doors, almost waiting to sprint through them as soon as they open.
Once there lived a man, a very poor one at that, making money by only begging and theft.
The wind seemed remarkably still that evening. All he could hear was the whistle of nightbirds, and the occasional blare of a horn in the distance. Few people were still out at this time of evening.
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The chat last night was not a success at all. It had just made Rowan more confused about their mysterious death. The next night Rowan woke knowing something had woken her but what was it.
Chapter 5 The person who took the files must have know where they are. That's the only possible explanation for this, right. It has to be.
#household #Moustache Good grief, good grief, The Moustache Thief, Is causing a sensation, You'll see many a hairless lip, On your next trip, To the policing station.
"Sticks and bones may break may bones but words may never hurt me." reads a poster for some abuse hotline. The poster is a liar. Words do hurt.
#movement. The knife glides in. My latest sin. It leaves a hole. Out leaks your soul. I look around. Can't hear a sound. Oh, what's this. That I have found. Your car keys. That'll do me.
The wind whipped my hair as I galloped across the land. Past tufts of green and hissing snakes. I slowed down as the wooden town, placed in the middle of no where, entered my sight.