The opening lines of your crime stories
Update: Friday 10th July 2009. This contest is now closed to new entrants - watch tonight's One Show to see which of your opening lines get a mention on air. Scroll down to read the opening lines of your crime stories, and Andrew Taylor's crime writing tips!
Sandi Toksvig explores why crime fiction is so popular among British readers. Watch the film below:
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So, we're asking you to write the opening 25 words of a crime / murder mystery story that's set in your hometown, and send it into us. The best opening lines will get a mention on tomorrow's show.
Please send in:
a) The title of your crime story.
b) The opening 25 words (or less) of your story, set in your hometown. Please don't write more than 25 words!
c) Don't forget to add your genuine first name and location to your 25 words - so we know who to mention on air.
Closing date for submissions is 1pm, 10th July 2009.
Andrew Taylor's crime writing tips!
Need some inspiration? In her film, Sandi Toksvig meets award winning author Andrew Taylor. Here are his top five crime writing tips:
1. Begin with characters and a situation that really interest you - but you don't need to know the ending before you start.
2. Surprise us, and come up with something new - avoid the temptation to clone Miss Marple or Inspector Morse.
3. Remember that a good story, with a crime, are all you need. These days a crime story needn't be a whodunnit.
4. Keep your readers guessing all the time - make them wait for your revelations, and don't let them relax.
5. Keep writing, and don't stop until you reach the end - you can always fine-tune the plot later.
Update: Watch Matthew Kelly read our pick of the opening lines to your crime stories below.
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See also:
Andrew Taylor's website.
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Ducks dinner
As the doors of the police station flew open, two large wet feet caused a shadown over the desk. Sergent Smith was blinded by the light.
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"The Lair Of The Crimson Spide"
Belfast. 2009. As I walked down that moonlit street I could see the group of dames standing at the corner. One slinked up to me and whispered: "Here big lad, willya get us a carryout in the off licence?!"
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Emma Blyth
Home town: Aylesbury
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Murder at the Tower.
A body had been found at the foot of Scrabo Tower by an early morning walker. The scenic beauty defiled by the spectre of murder......
Patrick Williams in Newtownards, County Down, northern Ireland.
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The sun rose high over the forrested hills to reveal the knife riddled body of another young child in the quiet Herefordshire town of Lebury.
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Wolfman Chronicles
I was sure I closed the window in the hall. I always do, and always notice how white and extra large our nearest neighbour is...
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Rob Grimwood from Soham Cambs
In Pieces
The window was broken...glass shattered on the floor. Bitting cold rain was slashing into the room. The alarm was sounding
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Phoebe Greggor, home town High Wycombe
The Pepper in the Pepper Pot:
The fine pepper corns fell through the fingers, leaving a soot like mound by her feet, she looked up at the town hall and into the shadows...
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The hunted
Blinded by fear Sara crashed through Edinburgh's cobbled streets. She knew he was there and could feel him closing in on her. Suddenly she stopped.
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The Bishop's finger
Peterborough never surprises me, thought CJ. But the dig in the cathedral precincts had unearthed a finger wearing a bishops ring: so maybe Im wrong..
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The Middle Lane.
As he crossed the road, towards the subway, the approaching sirens briefly hid the sounds of screaming... from the alleyway he had just left..
Richard Hulligan
Chislehurst, Kent
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Murder in The Trancept..
The fog Swirled Around,high above I could hear the disterbing Cackle of a crow...the arbinger, an Omen of death, but who's...
Julie..
Hereford
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The rank amateurs
There was music in the air and a slight smell of rotten eggs, dirty sump oil and wd40 that permeated the atmosphere of Giovannis chopshop.
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"Tattoo"...Year 2030,Criminals memory erased,Minimum sentence 5 years,Conicts have no idea of the crime they are being punished for.Dartford a quiet town......................
sent in by
David Markey
49 Ladywood road
Darenth
Dartford
Kent DA2 7LN
email address davepmarkey2009@hotmail.co.uk
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He awoke, tormented by the pathetic cry of seagulls. He was the last man alive in the world. There was a knock at the door.
"A Kentish Tale"
Patrick West, Deal, Kent
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Curious Stalker
I looked around, he was there , standing, watching. Shivers down my spine, now 3 hours , 4 bars later, still there. What does he want?
Oldham, lancashire
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On the green
The rain was strangely soothing, heavy but invigorating. Figures in the fading light, two, no three, silhouetted in the headlights. Hey you, stop, wait
Roy
Watford
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"Tattoo"...Year 2030,Criminals memory erased,Minimum sentence 5 years,Convicts have no idea of the crime they are being punished for.Dartford a quiet town......................
David Markey...... ( ammended for spelling mistake )
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Strength In Numbers
Barnet was insular for such a large town and as such a difficult place to get away with something. Yet Clara had managed to, how long before she was found out was another matter.
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The Missing
The street-light blinked and danced through the curtains. As I thought of the days events i heard the scream and i knew she was gone.
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Festival
Blood on the tent doorway said it all, this was no longer the scene of new music, the festival scene...this was a crime scene
Richard Hulligan
Chislehurst
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'P.I. Gene Skye and the case of the Ghost Ship'
I could smell something fishy as the ship docked; I could smell death. Those killer sardines were looking at a long spell in the can.
from Ryan Kent in Hull.
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The Missing
The street-light blinked and danced through the curtains. As I thought of the days events I heard the scream and I knew she was gone.
Oops. Sorry, the name's David.
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Blood Green
Oldmeldrum's Green had never been busier. The police cars and ambulance circled the crime scene like wagons round a gruesome blood-soaked campfire. It was raining.
Nettie Thomson
Oldmeldrum
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Visitors from outside of the Solar system could be forgiven if they believed that life was non-existent on any of the nine planets orbiting
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"Mornings frost"
"The sharp stinging scent of the morning coffee moved delicately over my face. Dawn had broken over the frosty glazed moors. Something was stirring, brewing . . ."
Lucas Mahoney
Leeds
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Naughty Nobbys Gnome Nicking Nightmare
Allen Price, Wirral
Walks along New Brighton prom are supposed to be relaxing. Not this time. As I looked over at the rusty red sandstone outcrops I saw . . .
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Junkyard Dog by Charlie Collins
The National Front racists only came alive through hatred.
Charlie Collins stared at the one with the Swastika tattoo, and then he made his move.
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Beside the seside
A tabloid hack down to trash Bognors reputation yet again. A fall from the pier. Accident? Suicide? Wed make sure they never knew the truth.
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Mary Waters, Calne, Wiltshire
'Cold Caller'
No-one expects a middle-aged woman to be a killer. That made it easy to dispose of the weapon; the body was a different matter.
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Harry held the postcard from Disneyland Paris. Blood smeared across wish you were here and Hillingdon, linking him to love he would never hold again.
Glenharry, Hillingdon, Middlesex
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The Caves
For hundreds of years, Chislehurst's Caves had held many secrets... now they held a victim, and in the darkness, their killer...waited.
Richard Hulligan
Chislehurst
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" The Everlasting Silence"
Midnight struck and a high pitched scream smothered an unexpecting room. The young girl awoke witha start, and revelled in the silence that came.
from Tavleen in Southall.
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The Quarry Man Blues by
Timothy Rawlinson, Rossendale.
The night was cold as the moon reflected off the wet dripping grass of Lee Quarry. He looked onwards shifting his eyes.
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"The Long Cold Night"
At night in the sleepy hamlet of Mountsorrel an icy breath was leaving its mark on her window, she froze like the breath and then.....
Jan
Mountsorrel, Leicestershire
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'George'
George Johnson could only be described as a non-descript. He was a bespectacled man, of medium height and medium build, dark receding hair, blue
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From: Colin Walker
Title: Cold Blood
A bitter wind whipped off 'Steel River', chilling Walker to the bone. The hand gripping the gun had lost all feeling. "Appropriate", he thought.
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The sun broke through the curtains waking me with the promise of a beautiful day in Oldham. Little did I know what was to come ..................
Oldham
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I could smell something sinister in the air, Swithland Lane was dark, and misty but I saw him, saw him standing there in the shadows
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The One Show Mystery.
By Timothy Rawlinson, Rossendale.
All the Tv's went blank in Rossendale, as soon as the clock chimed 7. Jonas puffed his pipe and picked up a magnifying glass. Silence.
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" BLINDED BY SAND "
Barry Island, A sea-side resort, becoming famous for film making,
full of day trippers by day,
By night...who knows what lurks out here.....
Andre Debono
Barry Island
Vale of Glamorgan
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Death by Dangerous Candyfloss
Could sour candyfloss give a motive to kill? In the case yes, as one dead person becomes two, could this be death by dangerous candyfloss?
Bethany Cattell,
Bridgnorth, Shropshire
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The Rank Amateur
There was music in the air and a slight smell of rotten eggs, dirty sump oil and wd40 that permeated the atmosphere of Giovannis chopshop.
Mark from Swindon in Wiltshire.
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Bad Penny Blues by Sean Parker
The air in the room was fetid, and nervous. Sunlight ricocheted off a brass lamp standard to pierce a Monet print like a golden dart.
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The Molls Gangster
Johnny shivered as the dense damp fog meandered down the River Orwell into Ipswich dock. Suddenly a scream reverberated the hollowness, followed by a splash..
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The case of Adrian Charles And The Missing Smile.
By Tim Rawlinson, Rossendale.
The night was dark. Adrian had gone all the way to Rossendale in search of his smile. He wondered aimlessly, looking for clues. No Luck.
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Midnight... Pelting rain fought through blackness to dance beneath a solitary gas light. My search exhausted... when suddenly I caught sight of a red high
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Did I know he was dead ? Yes, I knew. I knew, because I killed him.
Did he deserve to die ? Yes. Let me tell you why...
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Death by Shadows
The power cut left Kingsbury bathed in moonlight, two unidentifiable shadows fought in a grotesque, silent shadow show sound blocked by the window. Maxine watched.
Marion
Setting: Aylesbury
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Taking Silk
It was a muggy day in Macclesfield, the perfect day for murder. Benjamin was onboard the number ten bus from Bollington when he saw her.
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The case of Dom's missing wig.
By Timothy Rawlinson, Rossendale.
Dom remembered back to where he last saw his wig, it was last seen in Rossendale. He started looking for clues that night. No luck.
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The Gypsy by Sean Parker
The black leather briefcase lay open on the table, catches bent, twisted out of shape, its insides packed with neat bundles of well-thumbed notes.
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'Crime of the Century'
Johnny Bowfinger roused from his slumber to find his bottom painted red and his pocket watch stolen. The Scarlet Bumblebee had struck again!
Justin Kelly, Stockport
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Title: Too close to home
He normally gave me clues to the bodies whereabouts, as I opened my bedroom door I realised why this time he hadnt.
Town: York
Neil Haines
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The case of the blogger that would not quit.
By Timothy Rawlinson, Rossendale.
He stared blankly at his screen. The words had vanished mysteriously. The only thing that was shown was an upkilt shot of Adrian Charles. Scary.
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Sidmouth socialites
Skulking shadowy shabby silouettes slinking with spasmodic spasms,silently submissive, suppressing and stifling, suffering, secretly seeking satisfaction. Swiftly swooping slapping scoffing strangulation....snuffed
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"Hear ye! Hear ye not!"
Wolverhampton. Friday afternoon. Not unusually,it was raining "Didn't stop someone killing the town cryer" thought the detective. "Must be simpler ways to quieten him."
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Maidenhead Mystery
It happened in the classroom on a Sunday. No-one noticed until it was too late. Where did it come from? Why? He had to think....
Nick
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Missing Link.
By Timothy Rawlinson, Rossendale.
He drove up Bacup Road, his sweat shimmering in the moonlight. Looking for Marco's kebab house, for this is where the stranger would meet him.
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"High Crimes and Miss Dee Meaners"
It wasn't the body at the bottom of the 418' Northampton Express Lift Tower that confounded DCI Meaners, more the two others found on top.....
From Dave Dale, Northampton.
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Trapped
It was a blustery October evening.
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A few pints south of Halesworth
Midnight,Halesworth,Suffolk. Tractor Boy country where it doesnt pay to yellow in any sense of the word. Phil The till is cashing up
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"the berryhead mystery"
She sailed 200 ft tgrough the air.The sea should have come up to meet her>the tide was out at berryhead.WAS SHE PUSHED????
JOHN RIGBY
BRIXHAM
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Definite Deception?
David stood alone with the gun after the shot, smoke drifting in to the moonlit sky while the rest of Portsmouth lay sleeping.
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Façade
I glanced over my shoulder again. The man in the dark coat was still following me. I was being paranoid. Nothing ever happen in Scariff.
Rebecca Atkinson, Co. Clare, Ireland
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Make Some Sense.
By Timothy Rawlinson.
The name Twiggy meant something to him. It had been mysteriously etched onto the Police Station's door. He slowly opened the door. She was dead.
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Midnight , Halesworth,Suffolk. Tractor Boy country where it doesnt pay to be yellow in any sense of the word. Phil The till is cashing up
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Red as Blood
She lay prostrate over a dishevelled bedsheet, her eyes stared through a rain-soaked window. He stood watching the red stain ooze from her body.
Sue-Isle of Wight
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Make Some Sense. ( The Competition version! Forgot to mention the place!)
By Timothy Rawlinson.
The name Twiggy meant something to him. It had been mysteriously etched onto Rossendale Police Station's door. He slowly opened the door. She was dead.
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SOME ONE PULLED OUT A GUN, SHE LIT UP HER CIGARETTE AND LICKED HER LIPS, BUT SHE NEW HOW TO DEAL WITH WISE GUYS LIKE THIS. HE ROLLED UP THE METRE A STARTED THE FAIR , HE WAS INFATUATED WITH HER WILD CAT STAIR. SHE SPOKE SOFTLEY FEELING EVERY BREATH.HE THEN FELT A SHARP PAIN IN BACK OF HIS NECK.SHE CALMLY STEPPED OUT OF THE CAB RUNNING HER FINGERS DOWN HER SATIN DRESS INTO THE MOONLIGTH, SHE TUCK ANOTHER DRAG THEN EXHALED INTO THE COLD MOON LIGTH AIR AND WALKED UNDER THE BRIDGE WITH FREIGTH LINERS FLYING PAST WITH ECHOES OF BLOOD ON HER LIPS.
NEIL
WESTMIDLANDS
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Hard Deceit by Sean Parker
I'm Jack Mitchell, a big, ugly bastard.
I nodded at Paddy, he slid another pint across the bar without saying a word.
Talkative bastard, right?
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Loaves and Fishes
The stench of rotting fish near St. Andrew's Dock formed a fitting olfactory background to the discovery of the dismembered body under Daltry Street flyover.
from Susan in Hull
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'Too late for Milk Wood' by Bob Lock
Dylans ugly, lovely town had grown into a city and Swanseas twilight glowered at me as I prised Thomass unpublished manuscript from the corpses hand.
Bob Lock
Swansea
Wales
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The Watcher
Should I take a chance? My sixth sense told me someone was watching in the darkness. Shoul I wait? Too risky! If only ...
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Stalker
The towers of Cheltenham College lie dark and long in silhouette against a moonlit sky, my mask in place, I wait, ready, no turning back!
Dave Lakin
Cheltenham
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Dawg Days
Rufus was fed up, cold and hungry. Goatacre had lost it's appeal since his owners had been found dead in mysterious circumstances late last night.
Helen C. Wilts.
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'The Riddle'
"I keep no secrets, I tell no lies. You stole from me and tomorrow you die" ... the words echoed as death embraced her.
Justin Kelly, Stockport
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Title: Wycombe Worries
It's not my fault. She had the idea, she called the shots, she planned it, she made me do it, she got hurt. Now what?
Nick
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The Gambler by Sean Parker
Thank God, a win at last. I can pay my debts. Ahh, but what if I put it on Dodgy in the 2.30 at York?
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Dockside
She made a soft gurgling noise. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth. It reminded Moorsy of a puppy he strangled once.
Angela Williams, Amsterdam
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'Too late for Milk Wood'
Dylan's ugly, lovely town had grown into a city and Swansea's twilight glowered at me as I prised Thomas's unpublished manuscript from the corpse's hand.
Bob Lock
Swansea
Wales
(first post didn't paste the possessive apostrophes, sorry!)
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The One
My back faced him as he approached, a smile in his eyes. He said M was gone, we were in the clear, the flight booked...
25 words exactly
by Kate from Diss
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"Big boys don't cry"
Time twisted into an endless path of pain, suffering, waiting, and longing: longing for liberty. Forced to succumb, the vociferous streets of Birmingham became hollow.
From Chelsea Grosvenor-Hargreaves, Birmingham.
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"Bloody Mary"
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Bernies Story by Sean Parker
Everything had been in place for two weeks; all it needed was some guts to pull it off. Unfortunately, the guts needed, belonged to me.
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Hastings rocked by Sharon King
She took the post and her coffee back to bed. The padded envelope excited her; she squeezed it and listened intently as she shook it.
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Hatty!
The Crimson Knife.
Blood spilled over the rocks and into the crimson stream. The knife plunged again and agony filled the air. Flesh spewed over, onto the grass.
Lincoln :)
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"Blood Ties"
The quiet of Bristols harbour side was broken with a splash, the young woman glanced down to see a severed hand floating at her feet.
Carly Hodder, Bristol
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"Bloody Mary"
The darkness overwhelmed her, look. Wait. Listen. Carotted blood fastens clothes to flesh, the stench of it, fear, not blood. Look back. Stop dead. Scream.
Jamie Cleaver, Banbury
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Jacks Story by Sean Parker
I was prepared to listen to her advice about the wine, but why was she dressed as Maid Marion?
'Because you're always robbin', she replied.
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The Raven and the Dove
Brother Robert remained kneeling. The King's men had arrived after Midnight to escort him from Dunfermline's Benedictine Abbey. It was evident now she'd betrayed him.
David Sharpe - Dunfermline, Fife
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The Three Almonds
The early sun warmed the oak doors of Roydon church. On the threshold the Vicar lay dying in a pool of his own blood.
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Hatty (2)
Silent until the end.
As ever she sat, silent and staring. Never moving, never speaking, never portraying any emotion. BUt she flinched seconds before the shot rang out...
Lincoln :)
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Jill Marshall hoisted the Waitrose bag higher on her shoulder and tutted. This twitten at the rear of St. Faith's Church gets evermore littered.
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Dont ask me to die for you!
Treading carefully in the leaf mould, afraid to breathe, he primed the fuse throwing him-self to the ground as the explosion ripped through the air
Jacq - Wrexham
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Roy Bowker from St. Austell.
Why was there blood on the carpet?, but as she looked up the staircase she could see more blood and his arm hanging there limply
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Thirty Pieces of Silver, or The Strange Case of Robert Watt!
By Kate Henderson,
Great Torrington,
North Devon.
It's Torrington, the year is 1646. Ralph Hopton is hanging around The Black Horse and sparks are going to fly. Something is going to blow!
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The Blackstaff Studio Murders by Gary, Belfast
As the doors of the Crown Liquor Saloon rattled shut behind her, Christine failed to notice a dark silent figure watching her from a booth.
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Local Woman Missing
Walking my gog, not paying attention to her scratchings, but she's excited, I stoop, in her mouth, a toe, the nail is painted shocking pink.
Maureen Ross
Rotherham
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"By Royal Apointment"
Dalton Square. Midnight. The Town Hall clock chimes resonate. Ten. Eleven. Shadowed by Queen Victoria, the dark figure raised the sceptre aloft. Twelve...
Kathryn, Lancaster
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Out of the Darkness by Sean Parker
DS Brantley dropped into the hole, turned the body over and then screamed as the dead, staring eyes opened to pierced his numbed brain.
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RX57 by Sharon King
Only Dave came back, the rest of the crew never made it. It was the worst disaster to hit Hastings in 20 years
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"By Royal Appointment"
Dalton Square. Midnight. The Town Hall clock chimes resonate. Ten. Eleven. Shadowed by Queen Victoria, the dark figure raised the sceptre aloft. Twelve.
Kathryn, Lancaster
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Broken
Tina lay on the cold concrete, black rain stapling her to the ground, her gun lay a metre away from her... death was near.
By Darcy in London
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9 JULY 2009
THE GREEN BICYCLE MURDER OF 1919. A Leicestershire farmer found a girl lying on the roadside by her bicycle.
HE thought she had just ..........
(Visualfoxy)
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"Jaded"
As the rain beat down the vacant Doncaster market place like the relentless hammer of God, James Savage stood under a rusted canopy, vigilant, waiting.
Richard Myers - Doncaster, South Yorkshire.
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This was Stevenage. Not a place to find a dead body. Thomas Arnold stared at it with complete disbelief. He turned and ran for help.
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Death and Dumb
A BLOOD-CURDLING scream penetrated the 3am stillness of the Swindon street. Somewhere, an old door hinge creaked, like somebody had opened the gate to Hell.
Geoff Bennett
Swindon
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By Polly Boyce 12 " The blood stained jacket."
I was travelling backstreets of Southampton, alone. Across the road and past the collection bin, and i saw nothing but... the blood stained jacket.
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(VisualFoxy = Alison Keay (Leics) This is a true story
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The Broads Best Kept Secret.
Movement in the water, not ducks this time. A body floating, wrists tied. I've got to get back to Chedgrave thought Alan turning............ too late.
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Title: Disaster on Demand - The One Show's Final Whimper.
Adrian did it...Christine let it happen. Was it right for live TV? It was just a cake story, but now for the real ingredients...
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This was Stevenage. Not a place to find a dead body. Thomas Arnold stared at it with complete disbelief. He turned and ran for help.
By Jamie Lynch, Stevenage.
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The memory flickered again, vibrant and clear. She wished she hadn't seen it. But now someone was always behind her, and it wasn't her shadow.
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IT Was a dark dark night, there was a streak of lightening
the ship rolled side to side a shot rang out
(Visualfoxy)
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The Death of a Man by Sean Parker
He begged for his life, swore he'd never touch my son again. Well, he got that one right. I plunged the knife into his heart.
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The memory flickered again, vibrant and clear. She wished she hadn't seen it. But now someone was always behind her, and it wasn't her shadow.
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The Presenter's Dilema
Adrian shifted akwardly, as the story unfolded. Why now?
He knew he had disposed of Terry in Milton Keynes.
Thank God just twenty five words!
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Dundee Law
There were three men in the living room. Two on the sofa, one behind the door. Dead. All three. Dead.
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"Severnfold" by Marilyn Yates
Running away! Creep out the cellar, don't wake the donkeys, past the constables, through the passages, over the bridge. Free!But now what?
Where's Jack?
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Shadows danced across the old castle walls, the light glistening off his blade. This was the place. The place I was to die.
Ellie Eaton, Kenilworth.
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This was Stevenage. Not a place to find a dead body. Thomas Arnold stared at it with complete disbelief. He turned and ran for help.
The Corpse by Jamie Lynch, Stevenage.
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DUNDEE LAW
There were three men in the living room. Two on the couch, and one behind the door. Dead. All three. Dead.
Lesley-Anne (the Yarrow Witch)
Dundee
sorry i forgot to put my name on last post
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Johnnie Atherton
Dilemma
There was only one person who knew my whereabouts and could save me. However, he was about to die; by my hand
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Johnnie
Hell Central
At nine o'clock precisely, my heart will stop, the upper brain functions cease and the room will implode. Welcome to Hell Central.
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"The Deadly Drip"
The young girl shivered in the dead cold night. With a strong thud came dripping blood from the ceiling. What happened to her parents?
Randeep (Southall, London)
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Johnnie
This way up, pLease
He was the enforcer, the righter of wrongs. It was therefore ironic that he was bound, gagged and in grave danger of extinction.
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Johnnie
Cybernut
"It was simple," they had said. "Just take the laptop and run." Henderson felt the knife pressed into his back and wished he had run.
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Clive Lawrinson was driving past Warrington town centre, when all of a sudden there was a screech of brakes. A fight started between drunks.
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"Alcoholic fights"
Clive Lawrinson was driving past Warrington town centre, when all of a sudden there was a screech of brakes. A fight started between drunks.
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Old Town Mews by Simon Payne Stratford On Avon
Woken by the sound of earth falling onto my wooden world which had become home for the last ten days, revenge was on my mind.
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Left For Dead
Snow falling, dimly lit footprints limping ahead of me, right heel missing. No thought entering my head until a piercing scream shattered the nights silence........
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Titel: "The hunter of life"
By Caroline
He had never enjoyed killing it was too easy. He wanted something more exiting trilling. He wanted a challenge - something hard and impossible. He knew.
Oslo
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"Oh darling do hurry up they'll be here soon" Joanne admired herself in a hallway mirror. "Honestly, that man will be the death of me"
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Title: "The Tell Tale" from Howard Butlin Baker st Helier Jersey Channel Islands
As soon as I stepped in the room I smelt a rat. "Pull up a chair" said the Rat, "I have Tale for you"..
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"Posthumous"
7pm, the Minster, York. As he plunged the knife into my heart i realised someone else would have to finish my book.
Deb Shepherd, York
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Left For Dead
Snow falling, dimly lit footprints limping ahead of me, right heel missing. No thought entering my head until a piercing scream shattered the nights silence........
Derek Bibby Penally Pembrokeshire
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Manc Murder
Hacienda hymns scratched to a solomn silence. Young MC slumped over the decks. 'I'm watching you sinking. Fools Gold'. FAC 51, obituary number 2.
Cliff from Manchester
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"An Untidy Murder"
Twenty years as a Darlington PI, seven words chill me like none other.
"I don't have very much money, BUT..."
It never bodes well.
Jonathan Quirk, Darlington
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The Bournheath Basilisk.
Dawn broke in Bournheath to what Janet thought was the sound of screaming swifts. One look out of the window proved her thoughts wrong.
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NOT yours
Suddenly and widely awake, Bobby knew she was not alone. She also knew that her flatmate had left the blinking door open - again.
Janet, London
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Running away.
I propelled myself across allyways and roads to escape. Not just the Hayling Island police, the government were after me. they wanted to kill me.
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Titel: "The hunter of life"
By Caroline
He had never enjoyed killing - it was too easy. He wanted something more - exitin - trilling. He wanted a challenge - something hard and impossible. He knew.
Oslo
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The Dark Within
Every one of the cathedrals final tour group looked aghast at the body swinging from the bells ropes. It hadnt been there 45 minutes ago.
Rebecca Keane, Norwich
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Ding Dong
The moon cut a silver swathe accross the navy blue sky spotlighting the clock tower. The bell struck the half hour, Jenny looked up...and screamed...
Anne Wilks Tenby
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exiting *
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Title: 'X Marks the spot'
by Ron.CG
I was to become the victim of crime, there would be no warning, no pain, except those chilling words...'Can I count on your vote'
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The Alfreton Shame
The High Street was deserted except for the young girl with the ripped blouse, held together with a bloody hand. Hes dead. she mumbled
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Lethal weapon
Walking to school, wearing uniform. Carrying a lethal weapon on my back; people see me from the front they smile, from the back they scream.
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Top Four
He gasped for air - to pronounce the dying declaration of a ravaged body. Alone, amidst the barren oil fields of Abu Dabi. 'Typical City'
Cliff from Manchester
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Hail was hammering Friday night's discarded kebabs into sheep-slush as O'Neill glanced up and saw the dead girl draped over Bunyan's immense bronze forearm...
Mike, Bedford.
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Life's a Beach
Who would have thought that Broadstairs could have harboured a crazed killer. ready to strike at unsuspecting holidaymakers? He particularly hated caravanners ....
Ann B
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Kiss of Death
(A murder mystery set in Chislehurst, Kent and written by Jenny Aldington.)
Stacey stumbled blindly along the sodden pathway between the trees along the Common, her face burning with humiliation. He watched her with a cruel smile.
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The Grim Pill
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Hail was hammering Friday night's discarded kebabs into sheep-slush as O'Neill glanced up and saw the dead girl draped over Bunyan's immense bronze forearm...
Mike, Bedford.
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Shifting Sands
Midnight came, and a shadowy figure appeared on the beach, staring out towards Hilbre island. A light flashed, once, twice; they had arrived.
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A walk in the park
As usual,the ball crashed through the brambles,rabbits ran in all directions, though my dog seemed oblivious. The severed hand was much more interesting.
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Dead Men Don't Drive Hondas
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I thought he had gone away from this blog.
By Tim Rawlinson, Rossendale.
Where in the world was the secret recipie to the Rossendale Hot Pot? He knocked over the pan and yelled, " THIS IS POINTLESS!" Then silence.
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Dead Men Don't Drive Hondas
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Scream. Scream as loud as you can. Scream tomorrow; scream yesterday. It will do you no good, but what else can a thinking man do?
Mike, Bedford
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Kangaroo poo.
By Tim Rawlinson.
He went over the hill and stood in a fresh mound of kangeroo poo. Thats what he gets for walking through Rossendale. The air stank!
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Polo Minty
By Tim Rawlinson, Rossendale.
He sat there and slowly sucked his spearmint Polo. He sucked around the edge then plunged right into the hole. This gave him a buzz.
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Pika Pika.
By Tim Rawlinson.
The TV mysteriously turned it's self on. He stared at it blankly as it changed to Poke'mon. " Some weird stuff happens in Rossendale." He sighed.
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School Run
I blinked as a floral marquee fell past the window. I'd seen it before, on the back of the deputy headteacher this morning. I ran.
Jan, Crawley
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Silent Streets
It was a perfect night for death. Basildon's streets were deserted and the steady rain washed my victim's blood away. No-one had heard his screams.
Ellen Haggar, 16
Basildon, Essex
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The Lidlington Lasher
Larry carefully wiped the blood off this knife using the Kleenex his mother had packed in his lunchbox. It was his third murder and he was hoping for a fourth before his GCSE English test that afternoon....
Miranda
Lidlington
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"Bullets and Ballgowns"
My most vivid memory of the ball was discovering the mutilated body of the elderly porter taped to the back of the bucking bronco.
Name: Maita
Location: Cambridge
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Life In The Fast Lane by Richard Wood
The name's Harry - Harry Krishna . Occupation private eye . Toddington Service Station had disappeared and I had to find it.I suspected foul play . But who ?
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Burnt Towcester.
Driving into the car park,space next to the beetle.I froze,as out stepped Bill,who I identified only yesterday,in the mortuary.
Chris Barder,Towcester,Northampton.
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Echoes of Redemption
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On the other hand, impaling is _quick_. No hanging around waiting for bedpans or probate lawyers, just one big prick and you're gone.
Mike, Bedford
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The Long Lane
I could hear the trees groaning in the wind. I could feel their long branches kissing the sides of the car as I drove away from the shallow grave where I had buried my husband.
Miranda smythe
Lidlington
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Technical Difficulties
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It's a funny place, Bedford. Leo Andreotti was the third stiff in as many days who wanted to hire me to nail his killer.
Mike, Bedford
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A FISHY TAIL
Another dead fish. Mittens eyes the tank curiously and with a swish of his black tail lopes off into the darkness to discover the culprit.
Greg Gaston.
Guildford, Surrey.
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The Quiet Village
Just past midnight. I opened the back door to call the cat in. Suddenly an unnerving scream broke the silence and it didn't stop...
Pam Lye
Isle of Lewis
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Moonlit Murder Mystery
on a moonlit night in Kempley, a shrill sound breaks the silence. The hairs rise on the back of my neck as I turn I .............
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"Lost property" by Stewart lobb
He'd always been a loser, but really, Losing and entire country!
My Country!!! I could forgive him but could I ever forget.Maybe, maybe not.
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The thunder awoke Inspector Chiles so violently that the vision of the inferno burned his eyes and realistion dawned that he was responsible for Stockton's........
Paul from Stockton on Tees
(Boro fan feeling the same pain Adrian)
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"Lost property" by Stewart lobb Jersey
He'd always been a loser, but really, Losing and entire country!
My Country!!! I could forgive him but could I ever forget.Maybe, maybe not.
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Redemption
By Fiona Cowan
'From Neilston you say?' Growled the Glaswegian. His accent catching like mucas caught at the back of the throat.
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"Dead End." by Gerry Starr Wolverhampton
Looking down at his chest he saw the blood spread across his shirt, and drip from the handle of the knife, he was dead.
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Redemption
There was a growling sound, its thickness catching like mucas stuck at the back of the throat, and a sudden crash aas something shattered.
Fiona Cowan
Glasgow
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The Sensational Stockport Soap Saga
"All the soap in Stockport has been stolen?". The constable rubbed his head. Inspector Glockenspiel stood up. "This really is a dirty business"
Justin Kelly, Stockport
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Redemption
Outside he heard shrieks of laughter and high heals scrape the pavement. A car thundered past, music pulsed from its stereo speakers.
'Boy racers,' he thought.
Fiona Cowan
Glasgow
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Redemption
He was in a house he didn't know, a dark house filled with the stench of dried sweat and dead skin.
Fiona Cowan
Glasgow
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The intruder's knife didn't worry the old man. "Son,you've made the biggest mistake of your life." He then produced his old commando knife.
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"Scrubbing under the tepid water, blood ran pink and soapy down the plughole. His Welcome to Woodbridge leaflet lay stained and unused on the floor."
Jess - Woodbridge, Suffolk
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Title "Beyond the Pale"
Water frothed as I dipped my foot into the bucket. Shuddering uncontrollably I limped to the refridgerater in the vain hope it could be preserved.
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*****Updated post 186 to include title*****
Title - Mills and Locks
"Scrubbing under the tepid water, blood ran pink and soapy down the plughole. His 'Welcome to Woodbridge' leaflet lay stained and unused on the floor."
Jess - Woodbridge, Suffolk
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Herb Farm Homicide
"I never thought I'd turn detective. Not when I rushed into Fresh As A Daisy's to escape the annual July downpour. An emaciated figure was..."
Clinton Morgan, Sonning Common
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Happy Holiday?
Angie desperately tried to hurry up the slippery cliff steps from Cromer beach, her heart thumping in her ears. Had she really seen a body?
Roz, Cromer
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"Crow Hill"
She bathed in the warmth of the morning sun and slowly began to wake. Her body arched and swayed as she greeted the day, happily.
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"Crow Hill"
She bathed in the warmth of the morning sun and slowly began to wake. Her body arched and swayed as she greeted the day, happily.
Lucy, Nottinghamshire
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Passion for Pathos
The backwater of Wales, sheep, tractors and and caravans. The question on Manafon's lips ... where was The Beehive?
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'Blood Relations'
Mary's pretty china cup rattled in it's saucer as she put it down. She loved red, but tonight there was so much of it...
Christine Summers
New Milton
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Passion for Pathos
The backwater of Wales, sheep, tractors and and caravans. The question on Manafon's lips ... where was The Beehive?
John Hackett of Manafon, Powys, Wales
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Title:Prince of Darkness
There were prints all over the murder weapon."Paisley" said the Detective inspector "or possibly Liberty" "Obviously the work of an artful Bastard" he added.
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"Bad Cop"
Officer Beech stood in darkness behind the door. In each gloved hand he held a knife. Footsteps and the lock. Behind the mask he grinned.
jon
Belfast
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'Deeply Grave'
Fear gripped the town of Axminster. 3 ancient graves had been dug up. Placed in them, Rome, Vat and Tax, the beloved local vicars pets...
Cheryl. Axminster, Devon.
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"ONE WAY BACK"
Mitch left the rock behind, and headed towards a hard place.
Cold dark, - nine miles to Hanley, with only fumes feeding the spluttering engine.
Dawn. Rudyard. Staffordshire.
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Staring at the moon lit clock tower Superintendent Jenkins shivered. It had struck thirteen, just as before. Was it announcing another murder in the town?
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When the clock strikes
Staring at the moon lit clock tower Superintendent Jenkins shivered. It had struck thirteen, just as before. Was it announcing another murder in the town?
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The Club
It was stuck to the underside of the little table with chewing gum, but I got it off easy enough... thankfully in one piece.
Christine Summers
New Milton
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THE HADDENHAM MURDER MYSTERY OF 1828
So this is the end, this is where the story of William Edden ended: in Thame churchyard - murdered in Haddenham Fields in 1828.
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'When the Clock Strikes Twelve'
It wasn't untill midnight that villagers of dull eastingshire noticed the figure on the hand of the clocktower, starting a new year for detective survo.
James North, York, England
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Title HIGH LIFE
By 11.45 am the elevator had been jammed at the 73rd floor for precisely 27 minutes. at 11. 46am. they first smelt the smoke.
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 "L'Amour, La Mort"
Who would have thought, even wished to guess, that such a tale would unfold here; in this rural French village.A story convoluted and bloody...
Kimberley, France
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Howard Baker
"Missing Person"
I was looking into his eyes, but only at his eyes. The rest of him had been totally removed, but by whom or by what.
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Beverley Brown
"Mersey Beat"
I knew he was dead before i even opened the door.
What i hadn't bargained on was the gunshot i heard as i fell down.
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Paperknife
The paperboy delivered Mr Grouse's paper early that freezing morning in Axminster, his frozen mind thawed by the grim and ugly sight that greeted him...
Cheryl. Axminster Devon.
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Stig Jensen
Liverpool
'River of Death'
She pointed the gun in my face. I froze. I needed my face. It wasn't a great face, but it was somewhere to stick cigarettes.
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The Killings at the Swan
I smiled; Yes we are reputed to have Ghosts That was yesterday, telling repetitive stories is one thing; finding a dead body is something else
Jo Jordan
The Swan Inn
Odiham
Hampshire
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Murder in Llanddewi by garrynicholas
Stacey left the club early. There was no taxi waiting. She started to walk home. There were footsteps. She turned!
"It's you!"
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The Killings at the Swan
SHOULD READ 'Yes we are reputed to have Ghosts somehow the ' ' was missed out!!
Jo Jordan
The Swan Inn
Odiham
Hampshire
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Antisocial Networking
A mobile rings loudly, the owner quickly grabs, looks at the screen and answers smiling, closing the laptop lid simultaneously, perfect her next mark.......idiot !
Mark In Sunny Blackpool
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'Nocturne'
Manchester; so much to answer for. Her body was still warm when the press came sniffing round. Vultures, thought I. Piggin' vultures.
Ryan
Swinton, Manchester
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Wendy Grant, Weymouth, Dorset
The white horse had heralded the entry to the town since the reign of King George III, theft was suspected or maybe just blackberry bushes?
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Murder under the Shadow of the Towers
Rugeley! Rugeley! Rugeley! A town so important thay named it thrice. Not so much a sleepy town, just resting; dark atmosphere at its soul.
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Swearing in the Cathedral.by jo waller . Canterbury, Kent
She had reached Canterbury Catheral. She jolted in pain , her candle flashed a cloaked figure in the crypt ,
it cried out ''forgive my grievious offence!
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The inhabitants of historic Newark-On-Trent were stunned had history repeated itself 460 years on, 50 men slaughtered and a prostitute in the frame.
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All That Remains by Christine Stokoe, Saltburn By The Sea, North Yorkshire.
Dead people and where they lived never bothered Charlie, so he got the apartment for a song. Overlooking Saltburn sea front it had a stunning view.
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Grave Doubts
Gagged, bound, blindfolded, she could scarcely move. Airless, freezing - the silence was deafening. Panic engulfed her - it was almost as though she been buried al........
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The death of Education
The body of the Headmaster of Oundles famous public school had been suspended from the Great Hall roof beams.
Bloody students " thought inspector Dene.
From Geoff Harrop Oundle Northamptonshire
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Jack Blackheart and the Case of the Missing Cathedral
Jack stared at the empty space in front of him. Gone! The centre piece of the city, it's heart - vanished.
"I told you not to..."
Amanda Davey, Canterbury
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Rainbowjuniper's Crime Story:-
THE VEXED VET OF WDIG.
My last patient gone. Frantic whinneying, as a hoof splintered my door. Outside a dead cat pointed a paw towards a figure under my oak ...
Jeni of Pembrokeshire.
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'Death al dente' (The Pasta Chronicles) by Bob Lock
San Severo was a sleepy town, however, even drowsing Italian townsfolk couldn't siesta their way through the priest's screams. The churchdoor splintered off its hinges...
Bob Lock (Swansea, but we did live in San Severo at one time)
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Mithras Close
Dons mobile rang just as he negotiated Junction 15A of the M1.
Felicitys lounge windows covered in flies. Whatll do?
The lorry crashed into him.
naterbox of Northampton
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the ashford thriller fron steve ashford middx.
The diamond encrusted glove was gone, there was blood on the dance floor,who was the man in the mirror, who is it ,I ASKED.
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"A death of Passion at Kenilworth Castle"
Dying is inevitable. Some die old. Others die young. For some death sneaks up on them. For others, like me, it constantly shadows my every move.
Ellie Eaton, Kenilworth
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The Reject
We want him out now! he's a danger to our children. The Head gazed pointedly at each blustering parent noting the sheer determination of a child kill.....
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Before The Fall.
D. S. Catrin Pugh sighed as she reached the broken body at the foot of Pembroke Castles highest tower. It was the second that month.
Valerie Jones, Pembroke
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Terror In Towcester
The moon lit up the Saracens Head as she hurried past, barely acknowledging it as she thought fearfully about what she had just seen...
Shelley Retallick, Towcester, Northants
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The Recipe
As the mist coated the Edinburgh cobbles like cream,the watcher licked his lips. She would do nicely. Full-figured and meaty. He began to salivate.
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CRIME SCENE IN GILLINGHAM
An audible clunk froze my stride and I was illuminated like a Trafalgar lion. Fear of the darkness beyond surged as the noise came again.
Susan Pope, Gillingham, Kent
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Under The Bridge
I'd seen Levi Valentino play at the Fleece. It had been
a perfect evening until the body of an old man landed on my car.
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From Jim at Colindale
"A serious breach of security"
The discovery of a headless corpse in a deserted tower block at the Metropolitan Police Training College was, to say the least, curious.
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title. see-a-penny-pick-it up
algie couldn't believe his avaricious eyes.a penny-shining lying kerbside.he bent down to scoop it seconds after the bullet sped past his balding head.
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Stoned.
Bugger Bognor! she thought, sitting on the stony beach, running through the plan in her mind. Unconsciously she turned over the object in her hand.....
Sheila Sampson
Bognor Regis.
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TAMAR
Instinct screamed inside her head: Run, Vivienne, run.
She was crouching behind an unfamiliar car in her own garage, panting, sweating and stinking of fear.
Oscar Windsor-Smith, Kings Langley, Herts
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Story name: Daylight & Shadows - a murder mystery set in Salisbury.
The air felt heavy, malevolent somehow. A sharp cracking sound suddenly reverberated around the close and broke through DCI Browns reverie. "***T!" he said
My name: Ginny Wood, aka Mickey Spillane
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The Open Window
I fumbled around in the desk drawer for the key but when I couldn't find it, I stumbled back over to the study door...
By Katie Clark, aged 12, Renfrewshire, Scotland
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Title: "..a very private patient.."
Mrs Blair was a widow whose late husband, in the opinion of his former colleagues, had died from self-preservation. .........
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Title: A Holiday To Remember
As the boat departed along the canals of Ghent the elderly tourist suddenly realised the dampness on the seat wasn't just the early morning dew......
Joanne, Ghent in Belgium
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Mistaken Possession
Tension filled the air as she held the gun, hand shaking. He turned. She pulled the trigger. He fell, surprise and disbelief on his face.
Freda Currie, Watford, Herts
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title: cold comfort
i couldn't move, i was breast feeding my baby, the room darkened, an icy chill passed across my face, then the noises started, whining, screaming.
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The Sum Of The Parts
Instead of sinking into the large pile of rags blocking the rear door of the empty house in Swaffham, Mike's right foot encountered definite resistance.
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Planes, Stains, & Automobiles
Shocked awake, ceiling bedroom flashing amber, alarm waking half of Nottingham. Keys, aim fob ata parachute tangled body spread-eagled on the cars roof
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Planes, Stains, & Automobiles take two
Shocked awake, bedroom ceiling flashing amber, alarm waking half of Nottingham. Keys, aim fob at a parachute tangled body spread-eagled on the cars roof
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Dog's Dinner The River Endrick is a favourite spot for dogwalkers. And fishermen. He was odd. No cheery "hello". But a shifty look and an unfriendly mut.
(by Jenny)
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FIRE AT BLEAKLEY MANOR
(FROM THE INSPECTOR CHILES MYSTERIES)
The thunder awoke Inspector Chiles so violently that the vision of the inferno burned his eyes and realistion dawned that he was responsible for Stockton's........
Paul from Stockton on Tees
(Boro fan feeling the same pain Adrian)
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Grief Encounter
The parcel containing the hand gun had been simply addressed to The Librarian, Carnforth. She stared at the scrawled note attached: This is for you.
Barbara in Carnforth, Lancs.
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Muder in Mylor
The receding spring tide revealed the unmistakeable shape of an upturned dinghy, at first sight the victim of a freak wave, however on closer inspection
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Muder in Mylor
The receding spring tide revealed the unmistakeable shape of an upturned dinghy, at first sight the victim of a freak wave, however on closer inspection
Tracy Parry
Mylor Bridge
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Colin knew something was wrong as he pulled onto the drive. He could see his front door was open before he saw the splinted wood.
Helen Weekes
Midlands
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Her warning shot ricocheted off the near by street sign, Hayden Road. As the cold metal of her husbands gun sat smoking in her hand.
Helen Weekes
Midlands
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Murder in the dark
It was the second time this week that a body had been found dumped in the old market,Yet again it had been mutilated.
Helen Weekes
Midlands
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House Arrest
Colin knew something was wrong as he pulled onto the drive. He could see his front door was open before he saw the splinted wood.
Helen Weekes
Midlands
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Running Scared
Her warning shot ricocheted off the near by street sign, Hayden Road. As the cold metal of her husbands gun sat smoking in her hand.
Helen Weekes
Midlands
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Title A PLACE OF SAFETY.
Winter is not the time to be in the forest. Snow crackled loudly under my feet as Istruggled towards the safety of the ....
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THE BEDMAKER
J dumped the body into the deep hole he had dug weeks before. This beds a perfect location for this blade carrying Edinburgh ned.
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J dumped the body into the deep hole he had dug weeks before. This
beds a perfect location for this blade carrying Edinburgh Ned.
By Peter Hart.
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THE BEDMAKER
J dumped the body into the deep hole he had dug weeks before.
This beds a perfect location for this blade carrying Edinburgh Ned.
By
Peter Hart.
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Gemma, Ottershaw
Stony Stile
Leaves rustling. A heart no longer beating lying in it's human casing sprawled amongst grass and blood in a suburban garden.
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CRIMINAL FORCE
Littlehampton was like an old stick of rock. Sweet outside, rotten through the middle. Veronica was being forced to commit her first criminal act. Murder.
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CRIMINAL FORCE
Littlehampton was like an old stick of rock. Sweet outside, rotten through the middle. Veronica was being forced to commit her first criminal act. Murder.
Veronica, Littlehampton, West Sussex
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"BLACKPOOL ROCKS"
by Elizabeth Jennings
Gypsy Rosalee felt that just like the dead showgirl's tatty sequins, Blackpool's wind-ravaged seafront, dotted with fairylights, combined faded beauty with a seedy underbelly...
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The man flexed his latex coated fingers against the steering wheel. He was beginning to regret putting them on. Yellow from the sweat and talc's reaction...
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True Murder
I had never been one to conform to stereotype...hence my miniskirt and croptop. But the pre tied noose in my hand was knotted as per girl guides...
K Frazer
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"Three Spires"
The three spires of the cathedral were viable the city, a landmark of the area. People went around their business as always, but seeming not to notice or simply would not acknowledge the putrid stench that clung to the air. It was like a cloak, chocking the colour from all places it festered.
T B
sorry i went over the limit a tad, o well
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Murder/mystery - have you seen frankenstory.com Brilliant. Think of Consequences and expand that to make up stories that you don't know what the next chapter is going to be. Great fun.
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A 14year oldboy is jailed after the Brutal and Sadistic Killing of an up and coming Pop Star.
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Dead in the Water
The call came through at 01:42: a body pulled from Swansea Marina. Nothing the CID duty officer hadn't heard before. Until, that is, she heard about the mutilation...
Simon, Swansea
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The night produced a man, someone who moved hurriedly, occasionally breaking into a half-run. As he ran his head moved animatedly, as if searching for an expected assailant. As if to grant a wish, a machine-gun toting figure stepped out of the shadows.
Actually this is from a western called The Bushwhacker, but by the thirteenth chapter it has become a crime story, beginning thus. thus.
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Mazeview was one of the lesser known prisons in parallel London. Public enemy number one had served his time with no reduction of sentence for good behaviour. This was Charles Felltree in his fifties, a nervous, shy man. He was given his belongings and sent on his way. He found his old sunglasses amongst them and placed them on his face. Suddenly he felt confident and began to swagger down the road.
This is an extract from a crime story called Felltree And The Skittles,part of the novel, The Horror Print. Like The Bushwhacker,
it was written by me.
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