Enigma
Part 1 ******** The rain poured down onto the roof, running down the gutter and dripping gently onto the top of my hair.
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Part 1 ******** The rain poured down onto the roof, running down the gutter and dripping gently onto the top of my hair.
Ten. The tables, they are turning, Click. The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret. Nine.
(My first attempt at a tragic love story. Thanks for reading!) James was a good guy. He really was, but he got into trouble, and lots of it. He was attracted to the danger. It made him feel alive.
I have had many bad nights in my time but none as bad as last night.It was the 23rd of May 1999.It was very dark apart from the moon lighting up the sky.
A bit.......... Eeeeeeehhhhhh.....
He walked into the scene With his styrofoam cup, Strong coffee, two sugars, Takes a sup. Crime, scene, investigation, A bad story, indeed.
Hello My name is Ruth I'm an ugly women with no children But I own an inn With my husband harry He has just run away With his new girlfriend to Hawaii Now I am sad Sad as I'll ever be With now no...
"Money. Apartment. Ha, oh my sweet sweet Verity your just what I need.
Body beach 13 I sat on the hospital chair dozing off into a sleep that would greet me with nightmares. A hand touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Larissa's parents.
Part 10 As I opened my door, to see my mum, sat at the kitchen table. Dead. Oh my gosh.
**preview of what is to come!!!** July 30. 2012. Rich and Jonah definitely are my fav people right now. I probably couldve died. All i have to do now is turn that bastard into the police.
To sisters once lived together. They lived in a house not far away from the village of Sulby in southern England.
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
The tip of the sharp knife is hanging above my pale neck. I breathe in heavily and inhale the thick smoke from the attackers cigarette. It makes me cough and splutter.
Chapter III: The Event Just as I was getting up from the bench, I spotted a group of men come tumbling out of a cave.
It was a dark day as Detective Carlton Cuse wearily wandered into his latest crime scene. From the front door he could see one of the rooms cordoned off with yellow police tape.
So, with no plan formed, aching body, ringing ears and a gun that I knew would probably be no use, I reached out and took hold of the door handle.
The briefing room back at the station was silent. Not one of the twenty five officers knew what to say when Anderson walked into the room. It had been a long night.
Anderson and Morris were on the road. Driving back in Anderson's Volvo from Bayview. Both were still a little shaken from the interview with Alice.
I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right.
The sun was beating down hard. Looking up at the sky there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Newport Street was quiet and peaceful.
Anderson had gone home. It had been a long couple of days. He had managed five hours sleep, and had started to feel a little more human.
As Rob rushed after the van, he felt anxious, nervous, worried and guilty. He'd forgotten about her not knowing anyone and look what had happened, she'd been abducted ... And it was his fault.
I was sitting in my car seat, next to my best friend. Everything was normal. My mom was buckling me into my seat, and suddenly the street lights glow slowly faded off my face.