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( chapter 6, part 2… ) The next note of consideration was the victim’s living relatives. Despite the ostentatious housing of Marley Manor, the house itself was merely a backdrop to the eccentric kin of the departed within. Starting with the odd and sickly Mary Marley, the only Marley sibling of...

( chapter 6, part 1… ) Chapter 6: Untangling The Threads It was near late afternoon and Detective Harry Stone had not stirred from the crime scene, his mind addled by the facts currently within his brain and notepad. He hurriedly glossed over his scribbling and the files laid out of the four...

( chapter 5, part 6… ) If Sammy Fritz was the bitter almonds of this case, then Miss Denise Rose Dupree was the refreshing sweet cream. That was at least Detective Harry Stone’s opinion as he observed the stout but short woman sitting across from him. The French pastry chef had glided into the...

( chapter 5, part 5… ) The atmosphere was stifling as a lengthy pause was had between the two people within the office space of the late Mr. Keith Marley. Detective Harry Stone just looked across the desk at the nineteen year old sitting opposite him. She made no indication to speak, just...

Yes, understandable, Copperfox. I do tend to ramble on the odd occasion or two with my writing style. It is a habit some writers struggle with. As for my paragraphs, I see no need, as you notice I opted to either use a long text which needed it known by spacing out the post accordingly or...

( chapter 5, part 4… ) “I find this all rather frightful,” muttered meekly the second suspect, a formidable bearing man of old muscle and greased up palms that wrung his overworked oil rag across his crestfallen face to mop up the sweat from his dirty brow. Whatever Detective Stone had...

( chapter 5, part 3… ) The next day, Detective Harry Stone decided to do several interviews with the workers he had files of that had met with Mr. Marley on the day of his death. It was a long shot, but Detective Stone felt it best to leave no suspects unquestioned. He had no misgivings of the...

( chapter 5, part 1… ) Chapter 5: Homeward The slight flicker of iridescent light illuminating Drew’s hospital bedroom was the only source of comfort coming from the digital bedside clock. The time currently read twelve fifteen in boldened numerical text blazing as a beacon of neon light blue...

Yeah, it is. I expect a few people have experienced things like that. ( chapter 4, part 12… ) I awoke to a slight sensation of aching pain within my body, possibly from the unexpected sleep I had. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness as I opened them, I found myself propped up in a sitting...

( chapter 4, part 11… ) There was a slight flash of brightness from behind my closed eyelids as the whirring continued around me. I tried to remain as still as possible, scared by the unknown machine doing whatever it was doing around my head and body. I felt a sense of denseness within myself...

(chapter 4, part 10… ) Nurse Jane Aspen beheld the girl in the hospital bed with baleful eyes. The girl looked unsure with her surroundings as far as Nurse Aspen was concerned. With standing a respectful distance, about two or three feet from the bedside, Nurse Aspen held herself demurely at...

Nope, nice thought though. Just a made up name that stroke my fancy. ( chapter 1, part 4… ) Laura revelled with this blissful feeling, taking a side street past the Main Street stores that led down a lane as the stores and houses eased into a more natural looking road into a more suburban...

Sorry, fixed it. ( chapter 1, part 3… ) The downward slope of a drive did not deter the determined but steady descent as Laura Channing felt the jostling motion of her car. It was not a long and arduous ride into the main road of her childhood town of Yarndervale. Even the faded welcome sign...

Have fixed it. ( chapter 1, part 2… ) The trail marked road curved and twisted until the canopy of trees opened up after another further quarter mile. The idyllic landscape was still rough hewn but the township led from the forest to the opening valley of Yarndervale. The thin road crested...

Chapter 1: Laura Channing The road was sleek with afternoon rain upon the highway road leading into the once hamlet settlement town of Yarndervale. The open plains gave way to a canopy of bunched up olden oaks that wound into a valley forestry. It was a solitary careening path. Within her old...

( chapter 4, part 9… ) The tag the nurse wore displayed the name J. Aspen in black print, obviously her name. Her warm smile did not waver from her face as she let go of my shoulder and took a step back. She was no longer hovering over my body to give me space as I sat up groggily from my lying...

( chapter 4, part 8… ) I had waited in somber silence, not daring to talk to Darius as there was nothing more to be said between us. I had waited patiently until the digital clock beside me read until ten fifty. I decided to get up out of my hospital bed to give myself a much needed pee break...

( chapter 2, part 2… ) Mr. Harris was usually a composed and orderly man that kept his nose out of neighbourly disputes for the ten years he had resided within number one hundred and eleven on Somerset Drive. But upon this particular day, Arnold Harris could not fathom why the two gentlemen at...

( chapter 4, part 7… ) Darius just continued to stare balefully at Drew, the boy’s grimace deepening upon his face. He slowly broke his look from the girl whom he knew for less than two days ago. He was hurt emotionally, he knew it and somehow he knew that Drew knew it also. A strange...

I am glad too. I know, my mind was just on auto write for some reason or another. Maybe my contrast between dialogue and the written language made me forget about it. Ha, “invisible words”. I shall rectify the points brought up by reading thorough my post above, thanks for noticing, CF. But...