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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

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

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

A Thousand Alibis [SHORT STORY]

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Simple job - find him and kill him. Doug didn’t ask the questions of why. He had a job to do. The job came directly from The Man. The Man gave the direct orders usually. Doug was special. A special case for The Man.   Doug saw The Man with his own two eyes and nobody ever sees The Man. The Man gave Doug a cigarette. Put it right in between his lips and pulled out a match and said just a few words. “His name is George. He should be at the festival. He runs a food stall – George’s Caribbean food.” The Man said with a smile. “I know you’ll take care of it.” The Man said. That was all The Man said to Doug. But that was a direct order. That was all he had to say.   The Man didn’t give his name. Nobody knew his name. Did The Man even know his own name? The Man didn’t explicitly tell you to commit a crime. He just told you where to be and at what time and that was that. The crime commenced. The Man ran London – top to bottom, nothing got passed The Man. *** Douglas just ha