Young Introverted Panic_New Sheriff in Town_DANCING WITH THE KILLER_The Madman and the Rat
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Young Introverted Panic
“Are you coming tonight?” Nicole Mendosa asked her husband Harrison. “Nah, I’m going to the gym,” he replied, “You girls have a good time at the party!” “Bye Dad!” exclaimed his two daughters Rayne and Arielle. Rayne was the older daughter by three years. She wished that she was just staying home. However, Arielle and her mother were excited for the party. There would be food, drinks, and people, which was a dream come true for them. “C’mon girls,” said Nicole, “Go ahead and get in the car.” Arielle shoved Rayne out of the way and called, “Shotgun! Haha!” Rayne just rolled her eyes and got in...
New Sheriff in Town
THE NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN By Professor Alan Dale Dickinson (Fiction) (Copyrighted)HE SLOWLY, very slowly, rolled into the quaint little town of Gilroy, California, which just so happens to the ‘Garlic’ capitol of the World, or at least they proclaim that on the big entrance sign when you came into the little Hispanic enclave.He is part Latino and that was one of the main reason’s that he came up here from his former residence in Santa Ana, California. He loves all races; however, even though he is mostly Anglo, he has to admit that he prefers Mexican food, Mexican trading goods, and not to even ...
DANCING WITH THE KILLER
DANCING WITH THE KILLER She had been undecided until the last moment, we can say. Only on the last day that the great event would take place in the night, she had made up her mind to go to the great party in the wonderful, magnificent Renaissance villa to which she had been invited by Judith, who was a friend of the hosts who gave thewww.onedoor.cc great party. Judith had told her that all the guests participating in the party had to wear a costume from past centuries, preferably a Renaissance costume, but a 19th century dress would also be fine. While it was strictly forbidden to show up in contempor...
The Madman and the Rat
Under the black of night, stars hidden from sight by fog and cloud, a hooded stranger rode quietly into town. His coming, though subtle, did not go unnoticed as blurred faces watched through the mould stained windows. Their intrigue justified on two counts, the first being that curfew had well been exceeded and the second being that this stranger’s demeanour was rather unusual. Upon the horse, hanging from one side, his satchel containing all the tools of his trade. On the other side, something metal rattled within a cloth sack. And upon the back of the horse sat the man’s pack containing the ...