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Enid on the Case
That Thursday morning, Enid was running late. Enid hated running late, but today she had a headache and the weather was foul – it was impossible to get a cab and she ended up having to walk through puddles, dodging careless umbrellas and ill-timed bicycle wheels until she managed to slog through the door of the tea room where she met her circle every Thursday for lunch. The hostess turned away as Enid passed by and she didn’t blame her. Enid was surprised to not find herself being escorted out – sodden drippy mess that she was. Three of her friends were seated at their...
THERE'S NO EASY WAY OUT
"Liam! Where the hell is my charger, I have an important chat and my phone is almost down" Jessie, my elder sister said climbing down the stairs to sitting room"How would I know where your charger is, www.onedoor.cclook for it yourself!" I replied as I continued operating my laptop"You took my charger yesterday, where the hell did you put it!""I returned it Jessie so go look for it and stop bothering me!""Will you both stop arguing!" Dad yelled as he stood up from the couch "For God sake when will you guys grow up, you are 18 now Jessie and Liam is 15, why the hell do you both still behave like kids""Dad,...
Here
This galaxy slowly started to intertwine with ours. As the process continued, it started to pick up speed. Stars began to merge together, along with all sizes of asteroids being flung around. And then they came. The Andromedan people. They sought to destroy, and destroy they did. We were already weakened. When they arrived in our system, the man slaughter began. They sent powered people down on Earth, to destroy us. All our armies were destroyed within the hour. I was sixteen when that happened. I remember one man said, "This is the beginning of the end." Twenty years later, and their ships st...
The Ripper Case
Nightfall came, pouring rain beat against a decade old black Charger. The rain, fell hard and fast, making it hard to see through the window. With all the dings, the dented front fender and rust spots on the rear, nobody knew this was an off duty vehicle. In the darkness of night, beneath heavy rain, nobody noticed the lone detective sitting there, hunting a serial killer known as The Ripper. Jackson Cross was from the south, spending most of his career in a small Mississippi town. Growing up near Paris Mississippi he wanted to escape his humble beginnings and work somewhere with more action...