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THE SCORPION AND THE FROG (Colourised) - SHORT STORY

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THE SCORPION AND THE FROG (Colourised) The relationship was drawing to a close; it was time for Rebecca to end it. It’d been a year for Rebecca (AKA Brown Eyes) and she’d settled in to a quieter life with Marc while she waited for the heat to die down. A year of her life with Marc. A year of domestic bliss. It was all dinner parties and engagements, flowers whenever she came home and home cooked pasta bake melting in the oven. She hadn’t hated it, but she grew bored of it and things just came to an end. It wasn’t even her decision really.   “End it and come home.” The Man said down the phone to her. She knew what that meant. Nothing more needed to be said. The relationship was over. She didn’t need Marc anymore. That was that... End it. And so, she arranged a boat trip for them both. Rebecca and Marc. A fishing trip in fact. She had never been fishing before.   She knew Marc liked fishing and she knew Marc was desperate to get her doing things that he loved. Marc was p

WEDDING DAY [SHORT SCARY STORY]

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Bridget had wanted a big wedding her entire life…  That special day with everybody from her school, her street, her old job and her church could attend & celebrate her - Bridget for a change.  Bridget was twirling in front of the mirror in her long flowing custom made gown. The long white train at the back sat heavy on the floor. Much too heavy to carry alone.  She was waiting for her mother to arrive and carry the train down the aisle. Her mother, the only guest of the day besides her and Mark - like she said, it would have to be big on spirit and not on guests.  The legalities of the affair could be dealt with after (the witnesses, the certificates, the registry-office) - all Bridget today wanted was the spirit of the wedding to be complete - as the mother that single-handedly raised her; walked her down the aisle and Mark, the love of her life, handsome in his black tuxedo, smiling at his approaching princess.  It was all a surprise to Gail as she entered to see her daughter all

I Am Mr. Handsome [SHORT STORY]

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I Am Mr. Handsome I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Looking for an invitation to arrive.  I am Mr. Handsome. I am sure you have heard of me. My reputation precedes me.  I won’t tell you too much about me but every story needs at least a setting? Well, there is only so much I can tell you that will give you a taste of the kind of person I am and what I do but not give the entire game away.  So, first things first. I am Mr. Handsome and I live in the city of London. That’s London, England. Not London, Ontario. Not London, Michigan. Or London, Kentucky.  No - I am from London, England. The same city where Old Jack comes from. That’s right. Jack The Ripper. And I see myself as a 21st Century Jack. They’ll never catch me. Try as they might. They will never catch me. I am the spiritual successor to Jack…  I live in a small apartment alone. I work a fairly menial job which allows me to go under the radar and there’s really not much in my daily lif

TRAVEL: What the Burnt Remains of Kangaroo Island Told Me About Ourselves [NON FICTION]

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Medium Article During early 2020 I was travelling Australia when the bushfires had started to calm down and the negative start to this year begun to ebb into a positive. Around that time COVID-19 was a strange exotic disease that would never disrupt the safety and security of the life I had back in the United Kingdom. After all, it seemed like these things always stayed far away and never really ravaged the West (SARS, Ebola, Swine Flu?). How stupid I was… At this time, global warming was the prescient issue on everyone’s minds, and it felt like we were hurtling closer and closer towards the sun every day. And I managed to see first-hand the destruction that was happening to this planet. And it is a case of self-destruction. THE ISLAND Australia is a special place… But Kangaroo Island typifies everything special about Australia and more so. It is strange, exotic and it is home to some of the wildest marsupials in a habit about as pure as you could imagine. Lying just off

The Girls Wrote a Poem [SHORT SCARY STORY]

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You got to love the girl’s creativity – they don’t get it from me. Today I heard my girl’s singing the funniest poem. I have four girls and a beautiful wife. There’s me Heather, Anna, Charlotte, Christie and my wife Daisy. My wife and I have been married twenty years and we’ve had our ups and downs in this house, but we’ve always stuck together and been there for one another no matter what. And what I value most about my wife is her loyalty and her trustworthiness. The two girls Heather and Anna, I am not so sure about and I always tell them. I always say to them two: Listen, girls, don’t be like the other two – don’t end up like Charlotte and Christie. The reason I say that is because Charlotte and Christie cannot be trusted. Running their mouths off at that school and telling their friends – daddy does this, mummy does that. I don’t want Heather and Anna to be like that. So, I give them fair warning because when them two flew the coop, I knew that I hadn’t done enough. We failed ther

The Siegrist Massacre [NON FICTION TRUE CRIME]

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Eugen Siegrist -Säckinger (62 at the time of death)   Elsa Clara Siegrist- Säckinger (63) – Eugen’s wife Anna Westhauser-Siegrist (80) – Eugen’s sister  Max Westhauser (49) – son of Anna Emanuel Westhäuser (52) -  son of Anna Westhäuser-Siegrist Taking place during the Pentecost of 1976 over a dark weekend in Switzerland. The murders occurred in a protected forest in Seewen, Switzerland. Five people were found murders by a Winchester Rifle. Thirteen Rounds were fires and eleven shots hit the targets. The bullets were struck with a frightening precision. The house was named Waldeggli located in a small allotment garden. The crime was discovered on June 6 th  1976 by a female walker. When the police arrived four corpses were found in the house with a fifth carefully wrapped in a carpet on the terrace. Much speculation surrounds why a killer decided to fire 13 bullets into this mild and functional family over a quiet weekend in Switzerland. The Murders The murders were notable due to the

Dear Jeff [Short Scary Story]

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07/07/20 – 21:29 Dear Jeff, Guess who? Yes. It’s me Rose. I know you kind of said about not emailing you ever again (God you’re so dramatic!) but I really just want to get some final closure and talk about things a bit more. Firstly; I never got closure from you after what happened between us. I know it is complicated because of your relationship now with Siobhan and what we have been through in the courts. I know! I know! I just want you to know one thing. I still think about you. I still love you. I still dream about you and your milky body flowing between my lips. That strong chin, those brave and courageous eyes. The way you used to hold me firmly in your bear like paws and kiss me hard. I am sorry for what happened and that you thought I came on too strong during our two months together and when we first started dating and maybe I was a bit needy and came across as insecure; and I did message you incessantly. But you have to understand Jeff that I  am  insecure and this came from