Pool Of Sapphires_Promised_The ShyKon Directive_The Corpse in The City
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Pool Of Sapphires
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their life. It was going to be magnificent and absolutely splendid. But not everything always turns out the way you hope.The morning was bright casting its dazzling light through the blinds peeping in and then wrapping me in a blanket of warmth. My alarm clock buzzed signaling it was time to get up. Time to head off to work. “No..” I groggled trying to turn the alarm clock off but then I remembered what was supposed to happen today. I didn't have to go to work. I had taken the day off.I sprung from my www.onedoor.ccbed and turned on the light. I blinked my eyes a...
Promised
"Dem! Breakfast!" I heard Nana yelling from the kitchen.I stared at the mirror before me the circles under my eyes were noticeable. I quickly covered it up with makeup and finished getting ready.I'm on my last day of high school exactly twenty-four hours from now I'll be at my graduation ceremony and then next month I'm riding a plane to the United Kingdom to study at my dream university."Good morning Nana!" I greeted in delight, spreading my arms at my side."You're going to be late" she scolded, pinching my left cheek hard.I whined in pain, pulling away from her and rubbing my now red cheek. ...
The ShyKon Directive
"This isn't what I had in mind," said Jonas Ferringby as he stood at the point of a scimitar. "I really should think about learning a new language." This was it for the international spy. He'd come from across the globe, trotted through the marshes of France and visited the cathedrals of Italy. He'd tracked his quarry through months and weeks of grueling guesswork. Where were the nukes? Had the government of Qatar made the shipment? Only time would tell. But for now, Jonas had a rather prickly situation standing before him. The blade of the scimitar had been forged in diagonate steel with rip...
The Corpse in The City
The car comes to a halt at the far edge of the car park behind the bank. Tom sits quietly for a moment as if in a trance, eyes forward. Only his left arm moves as he pulls on the handbrake. His eyes drop, focussing on his finger, pressing the button to release the boot lid. Slowly, he turns his head and glares.“Are you going to help me or not?”Jim lets out a puff of breath, leans his elbow on the car door and stands up. His shoes crunch on the dark gravel. The car park is deserted. With wide eyes scanning the area, he moves to the rear of the car and begins wrestling with the wheelchair.“This ...