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Crime of the Quiet Librarian
www.onedoor.cc Crime of the Quiet Librarian On one quiet Friday evening, not unlike most others at the Berlin, Md Public Library, all the patrons had departed and librarian Jan Newsome had put everything in its place and prepared to lock up. Jan’s solitude in the “deserted” building did not, however, last long. As she prepared to secure the rear exit door a heavy-set burley-looking man with a sgraggly beard and a menacing look on his face knocked loudly. “If you know what’s good for you, you will let me in now,” he shouted with a shrill voice that not only cou...
Shots
Trigger warning: alcohol addictionThe leather of the basketball made a satisfying swish as it sailed perfectly through the hoop, making no contact with the metal rim. Marcus whipped both hands towards Coach Martin, ready to take the next free throw. “How many is that, Coach?” “Number 100. That was your last shot.” Finally! Hitting 100 free throws before leaving the gym always hit Marcus harder than anyone else. The center of his semi-professional team, he never had to shoot from more than two or three feet from the basket. Free throws were always the toughest part of the game for the seven-foo...
PJ O'clock
Spell check-check, save-check, sign-check, submit-check. Courtenay leaned back in her chair arched her back and flexed her fingers. For a while there it was touch-n-go. The article she was working on had a 3 p.m. deadline and she had just made it with only six minutes left before three o'clock.Tanner had dropped McKenzies work load on her desk at 9:30 that morning. She hadn't said a word to him. She just stuck her tongue out at his retreating back.She and Tanner had a love hate relationship; they loved to hate each other. Tanner became her boss since being promoted last month. So now he was a ...
LONDON'S FAVOURITE DAUGHTER
Wilma woke up in the dead of night to use the washroom. Even at the ripe age of eighty-one, she was fully in control of her senses and could move around unaided. As she was returning to her bedside, she happened to glance through the open window. A glimmer of light probably five hundred metres away, drew her closer to the window. It was a clear night with a full moon shining above in a starry sky. The light source appeared to be a powerful torch and Wilma could now discern with the help of a pair of field glasses, which was always kept handy and ready for use, about four or five figures in the...