It had been easy. Ridiculously easy, really. A couple of phone calls to make the arrangements, a few trips to the bank to withdraw the agreed-upon payment in small amounts, and his biggest problem disappeared — his wife kidnapped by a trio of small-time thugs and murdered, her body never recovered.Joseph allowed himself a slight smile while the mourners bowed their heads in prayer during her memorial service, but at "Amen...
Giorgia strolled through the meadow of wildflowers in the land of Mysteria. Mysteria was a land of rolling flower-filled meadows with birds and butterflies flitting about. Butterflies playfully followed Giorgia as she wandered the meadow. Mummy and Auntie Ginger were sitting under a willow tree with Karen the Fairy Queen and Chrissy the Nymph Queen eating crumpets and sipping tea. All was well or so Giorgia thought becaus...
He hadn't seen anyone since he passed that police car on the other side of the forest. Finally he thought it was safe to pull over, swerving onto the verge and killing the engine. The countryside seemed so quiet compared to the blasting noise of the stereo but he'd needed it loud to help drown out the hammering from the boot. Glancing back down the road, he spotted lights in the distance. Typical, the cop was already catc...
The Yard by Tony Radford On a quietblock in Antioch there lived an evil man, a mind so vile – a pedophile who hatched a wicked plan. Behind his place he’d make a space and plant a shrub or two, a natural veil that might curtail a nosey-neighbor’s view. He then commenced to build a fence to keep the sleuths at bay and in the back, he built a shack, for what – he wouldn’t say. All the while, a precious child – a little blon...
