Category: visuals
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The Meltdown
–A Short (Somewhat Graphic) Novel– Oliver’s head sunk low. Really low. He held onto it tight as if the only thing keeping it intact was his hands. He’d completely forgotten that a few clients were still lingering in the gym, and they heard him cry out. “I’m such a failure!” The room fell silent. Quietly……
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Friends
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, does the heart find its morning and is refreshed.” ― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet Last week, I took a day off from doing ‘pretty much nothing’ at home and went to the beach with two…
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P.I. Jane
I’ve been in Portville for 48 hours now, and I’ve spoken with every member of the ladies auxiliary club – and several of the town’s anti-club citizens as well. The only thing that I can say at this point, with complete certainty, is… “These people are nuts!” I wouldn’t blame Yvonne one iota if she…
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The Main Suspect
Oh wow. I cannot believe this. Ingrid came by Leo’s and told me that Deborah’s flying in. What a trip. I haven’t seen that dame in years. Seems the Portville “busybodies club” has it in for Ingrid, and she’s enlisted the help of our dear old friend, or should I say Madam, DeeDee DuBois. That’s…
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Dirty Little Secrets
I just heard about Yvonne Lusk from Portville… she’s been missing for a week now? What a tragedy! I’ve never met the woman, but her husband Jimmy and I go way back. He and I did a few transactions together, when I was still “in the business”… if you know what I mean. Oh you…
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The Pastry Chef
I’m so furious! Bernadette told me what Ingrid said… that I’m a suspect in Yvonne’s disappearance? Why!? Because I’ve been taking sweets to Jimmy? That’s rubbish. I’m sure she failed to mention that I am a pastry chef. That’s right. I own the County’s prize winning bakery, and I deliver my delicious treats to a…
a sprinkle of faith 