Joe Crumble_All because of a prank_Courting Season_Mystic's Mountain
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Joe Crumble
Hey Joe Crumble here, sitting at my usual coffe cafe, reading my newspaper like I usually do on my saturday mornings. "one coffe" I ask the waitress. Yep, just my usual coffe and usual newspaper on my usual saturday.Hey there, did i mention I am a investigator for Natashafalls? Yep! Yes indeed and not only do i work as an investigator, I live that life when I'm not on the job. Yes! Because crime dosn't stop, so my job is never done. As I eye in owww.onedoor.ccn my newspaper, i notice a ADD that is very unusual, unlike my coffee... A unsual ADD that states " Catch the guy who broke in 'Angel's Bakery' and s...
All because of a prank
Author's note: Like you can see, this story is told through two people, Cora and Layla. They take turns and narrate the story. Enjoy! :)Cora’s POVThe last meal I had was… five days ago? I can’t remember. The days just pass by along in a haze. It’s been a week since I went to work. At least I think it was. All I ever do now is drink and sleep. I’m headed back to my house now. The cold empty mansion seems uninviting as I pull up into the driveway. Drunkenly, I stumbled into the doors and crashed onto the nearest sofa clutching the big bottle of beer. The curtains are draped with a layer of dust ...
Courting Season
At the moment Saber’s sheathed his sword, but his long fingers strangled the hilt. Saber had plundered far too much of Rhys ap Llewellyn’s wealth to feel at ease in Caernarvon. He had taken every precaution he could imagine, yet he figured it would be worth nothing for him to drop his guard. If his presence became known to the wrong people, he might well need to make a hasty retreat to his good ship Saint-Esprit as the quarry of the coastal overlord’s ravenous armed guards. Saber had taken great pains to remain anonymous while he finished his business in this little Welsh town. Not even the ...
Mystic's Mountain
The air was still and quiet. Fresh snowfall from the night before blanketed the grounds of the mountain resort like a winter wonderland seen on postcards begging someone to leave their footprints as proof they existed. The light from the full moon reflected off the new snow lighting Lucy’s way as she walked the path to the equipment shed. The new snow felt crunchy under Lucy’s feet. Perfect for building a snowman. A light bulb went off in Lucy’s head. A snowman! Yes! That’s it. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? If the weather held up, she could keep the snowman intact for the entire ski...