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Carnation Falls
Rachelle peared over the top of the diner menu at her newlywed husband Mathias. He was carefully reading the plethora of options to find some much needed breakfast."See anything good?" Rachelle had already made up her mind on pancakes and breakfast sausages. He grinned and kept his eyes on the menu, "I'll let you know soon." It was a running joke that she was always first to decide about anything they did.After they were married, Rachelle and Mathias immediately left for the Canadian north to search for a legendary ghost town. They had not eaten anything for the last 18 hours as they rushed to...
Black Orchid
My family was once wealthy. Or so I was told. Great heroes that protected the land from evil. Favor of the emperor and all that. Spent on booze and extravagant parties. Eventually I guess the royals got sick of us. My mother certainly did. Packed her bags and left in the night, never to be seen again. Father was barely effected by her leaving. I suppose he was too drunk or hungover at the time. I'd always thought I could be the hero to restore the family's honor. That if I was given a chance and our family heirlooms I could travel the land and rescue people from the terrors of Yokai. I would n...
Unbecoming
“We are running out of time. My ribs are killing me. I can’t hold it back for much longer. We need to leave. Now.” Ishua looked around the pub with hesitation, his hands balling up into fists trying to take his mind from the ever-growing issue at hand. Kelsey threw back the rest of her beer and stood, linking one of her arms with his.“C’mon, I'll help you. My father has an old cellar not www.onedoor.ccfar from here. It’s hidden in the woods and no longer in use so we will be safe there. No one will know we are there, just trust me.” Ishua grunted grunted as he nodded towards his best frien...
The Cruise Ship..
It was a Friday afternoon when I looked over at my old friend. I could tell by the expression on his face he was feeling sorry for himself. He had a frown on his face and was deep in thought. I had known him for a long time and could tell something was weighing on his mind. What was it? We were in a small office in downtown Syracuse N.Y. He had been a private detective for the past 10 years. “You have always liked to help people in a jam,” I said. Finally, he opened up and told me that when he first got his license to become a detective, it was the best day of his life. He could be his own b...