A treehouse for Shelby_Prospecting For Company_Nigel and the Blizzard_Suite 138
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A treehouse for Shelby
Four smashed, mottled cadavers washed up on the remote beach, while three more ebbed with the tide’s edge. The sun glared over the horizon casting light across the pale cream sand. The sea, now calm, glistened and frothed. Two cockatoos called out to each other. Palm leaves bristled, palpitated, creating a musical psithurism.The tangy and aromatic smell of the sea mixed with a whiff of minty dried eucalyptus cleared Dylan’s head. He clambered to his feet, too fast, his head pounded and blacked out. Excruciating screams jolted Dylan conscious. Shelby came into view lent against a rock sobbing...
Prospecting For Company
It was the last convenience store before crossing the Lake Lanier bridge and open country. Joseph Crow liked stopping at this store because it had fresh homemade sandwiches. This early in the morning they also had biscuits with egg and sausage for sale.The young woman behind the counter was closing out her register. It was the end of her shift. Joe chose his food along with a extra larger coffee, then proceeded to the counter.“Hi. Going off or just starting? I got some gas too.”He pointed at the pumps, then at the food.“That will be fourteen dollars and twelve cents please. Hopefully you will ...
Nigel and the Blizzard
Nigel and the BlizzardNigel Ehru had started work at Campbell Logistics only two weeks before the big blizzard hit. Because he was rather naive about such things, the others slipped away. He had to stay because the big boss Mr. Kenningston was calling. And, as everyone knew it being the first lesson they learnt as soon as they walked through the door one did not miss the phone call from the CEO.Nigel hadn’t peered outside and was looking forward to going home and settling down with a good book and a cup of hot cocoa while he did the Suduku with his trusted cat, Slopperhagen restin...
Suite 138
It was exactly 2:38pm when Catherine Gerrard alighted the black conventional taxi that had driven her straight from the airport. With her luggage in hand she stood at the main gate of the resort watching two security officers each holding a metal detector conduct a mandatory search on her. Minutes later she was ushered in by the security men who apologized for the inconvenience. Once inside, she found a totally different world. The entrance of the 15 kilometer private resort had a most surreal scenery with the brightest and most intricately decorated Christmas tree Catherine had ever swww.onedoor.cceen. Her...