Murder Silenced Me._Welcome to Twin Oaks_The Prank_The Blind Spot
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Murder Silenced Me.
Murder Silenced Me. Jeff is a college student at Westmont University, and a star Quarter Back football player, who came from a wealthy family, and all the girls adored him. He was nice-looking, tall, and smooth with words. But Jeff really only had eyes for Lynn who was the apple of his eyes. She was tall, with lonwww.onedoor.ccg black hair, beautiful eyes, and a winning smile. She turned lots of heads! She and Jeff have been dating for about a year and a half. Jeff would say, “I’m going to marry her one day.” All of the guys knew that Lynn was off the market. But that didn’t matter to one football player n...
Welcome to Twin Oaks
I remembered passing by this neighborhood before I got sick. Back then, it kind of seemed like the ideal place to live. It's probably not unfair to say that most people considered Twin Oaks a classy, upscale neighborhood that validated your success. It was a sign that you made it. You were part of the club. Now, being forced into it at gunpoint, the only thing that seemed familiar was the quiet. I could still hear the sound of happy chirping birds, but it still had that sensation that all sound was being sucked up into a vacuum and deposited somewhere else. All I could hear was the boots on ...
The Prank
Sheila was amazed that Joey had even looked in her direction, much less talked to her. Joey was one of the cool guys, a jock. Sheila was a nerd. She was chubby, she wore glasses and braces, and she made good grades. She always made good grades and had her homework done. Joey, on the other hand, cruised through school on his athletic abilities and his good looks. He was one of those kids that had skipped all of the puberty problems. No pimples, voice changed overnight, muscles popped up out of nowhere. Every girl in school wanted him, and every guy in school wanted to be him.But today – today h...
The Blind Spot
THE BLIND SPOTWalter walked to the window and flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the street below. He then turned slowly to face the woman he had been hired to kill. “Everyone I have ever met has a story to tell,’ Walter thought to himself, ‘and maybe I missed the most important part of hers.” Walter was uncommonly perplexed with this assignment. Hesitation and questioning himself was not a part of his natural purview. Most of his assignments had been basically mundane. Walter in the past had barely thought of his target. But this one bothered him and he didn't know why. Kate was he...