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This story transpires in the year 1979, in the county of Palm Beach, Florida

Murrr derrr, murderrr. The way the word rolled off my tongue seemed to fascinate me. Especially since that was the reason that I was sitting in the dark, on damp grass, with a gnarled cane pole in hand and I wasn’t thinking about murdering fish. I was planning to kill Bill Brown.

My thoughts would bounce from the word to the question and back. The question being, Can I get away with this? Can I really murder someone and not get caught? Not only not get caught, but make it seem as though it was one of another of the many traffic fatalities on Death road, (State Road 80), leading out of West Palm Beach toward Belle Glade Florida.

At 5:00 am on a Monday morning, no one would pay much attention to a man fishing, waiting for the sun to come up. It’s unlikely that any one would even see the beat up old black Dodge Dart resting a few yards away at the bottom of the bank, the roof several feet below the surface of the road. I bought the old car from a guy in Ft. Lauderdale just for this purpose and I did not transfer the title into my name. Once I kill Brown, I will junk the Dart in West Palm, pick up my service truck, and go to work fixing peoples plumbing, just like every Monday for the past five years.

I was shivering, some from the damp air, but mostly from anticipation.

I wait.

He will be coming by soon, just like every other week day. I’ve been following him off and on for the past two weeks and I have his routine down. Many of us are very predictable, apparently Bill Brown more so than most.

The scent of the canal water permeates everything out here, an earthy, muddy sweet smell, reminding me of bream and catfish. I could barely make out the cattails and water hyacinths that surrounded my bobber. Discarded Styrofoam worm containers keep me company as I pretend to fish, while little invisible sticky toed frogs argued with each other in the dark.

I keep an eye to the north, vigilant for the car with the dim right head light and the broken parking light lens. It’s a good thing he is as lazy as he is arrogant, or he might have fixed them by now, but I checked just a couple of hours ago, when I dropped off my service truck near the junk yard and picked up the black Dodge that was soon to be scrap. Nothing had changed. I had broken the parking light lens and lightly sprayed silver paint on the headlight late last Thursday night and waited here early Friday morning for him to go by. I had no trouble spotting him.

The land out here was practically a swamp. A foot lower and it would be under water. That’s why, when they built the roads they had to dig a canal alongside the right of way and use the material from the excavation to build a dike of sorts, to put the highway on.

Highway, ha, a narrow twenty two foot wide ribbon of asphalt on an eight foot high ridge that fell away sharply on either side. The surface of the road had more bumps and dips than a gator’s back. Mainly because of the heavy sugar cane trucks that passed by the thousands during season and the fact that this rural area did not have the clout to pry highway funds from the county of Palm Beach. Not to mention that last year’s highway funds were ravaged by over runs, which meant that the following year’s budget would have to make up the deficit.

My heart sped up as I made out headlights making the turn south from West Palm Beach. That curve was about two miles away from my current fishing hole. This morning was clear and I quickly determined that it wasn’t him. Some days the fog rolls over this area so thick that the mosquitoes are grounded.

The lights in the distance grew brighter as the vehicle neared. It was a battered pickup that rattled by me at about forty five miles per hour, bouncing across the low concrete bridge that I was sitting beside, immediately making the tight sweeping right as he came off the bridge. The truck was going too fast and had to drift into the oncoming lane.

He had probably planned to drift anyway, because the driver could see the empty road for miles around the turn to the west. Everybody drives too fast out here especially at this time of the morning. My victim likes to push the edge of the envelope when he’s behind the wheel. I suppose it keeps him on his toes and less likely to fall asleep on the fifty-minute drive from his house in Lake Worth to the high school in Belle Glade.

I had picked this spot because of the bridge and the turn, but mainly because of the hundreds of accidents that have happened at this spot. Everything else just seemed to fall into place. The rough deserted road, the fact that he had to be at work by six am, but most of all, the deep canal on the outside of the curve with Australian pine trees along the thin strip of land between the asphalt and the water.

These trees were old and half rotted. The highway department had planted them when they built the road, back before God was born. The reason was to keep cars from driving into the canals. The problem was that the trees were so unyielding that when a vehicle did strike them it would usually destroy the car and more often than not, kill the occupants.

In recent years, because they were old and rotting, large pieces of the invasive trees would fall into the roadway causing even more accidents. Now, the Department of Transportation was systematically cutting down the trees and installing guardrails, but not here, not yet. Many trees were missing at this particular spot due to collisions and old age. The once uniform fence of trees now looked more like a six-year-old child’s smile.

An eighteen wheeler rumbles by headed east toward the coast. Even down the bank where I am the blast of air rocks me as I impatiently wait. I check the lines to make sure that they had not become fouled after the truck had passed.

It should work. I have it all planned out. The only thing that could screw my plan up is my timing, or another driver close enough that they could witness the event. In the case of a witness, I just wait for another day, no problem. But if my timing is off, I might not get another chance. I’ve practiced time and time again and the device works perfectly. At least the part I could practice. It’s what happens after he runs over it that will be the test. It should work. It has to work. It’s too simple not to work.

The device is a one by six inch piece of pine, three feet long with pieces of twisted scrap metal loosely attached to the surface of the wood, placed so that the sharp edges would punch large holes in a tire when hit. Attached to it are two thin nylon ropes stretched across to my side of the road so I can drag it from its hiding place on the other side onto the pavement into Bill Brown’s path.

My timing has to be perfect. I must not pull too early giving him a chance to avoid it, and yet not wait so long as not to be able to get it in front of his left front wheel. Once his tire strikes the apparatus, the metal pieces will slice the tire open and be scattered randomly. Chunks of metal and debris are often found in the road in this area, having fallen from ragged pickups or farm machinery.

Whenever I handled the scrap metal I wore gloves, like the ones I have on now, so that I would leave nothing of myself on them. I will haul in the board and dispose of it later along with the car and my clothing. A blow out on the left front should rip the steering wheel from his hands and send the car careening over the bank to the waiting trees and black water below. It’s going to work. It has got to work.

There was the very faint glow of a new day off to the east, when I saw him round the bend. I could see no other lights in either direction. He was late. He probably drank too much last night making it hard to get up this morning. I was lying on my stomach in the tall grass, near the edge of the road, with the nylon cords in my hand. All I had to do was firmly and steadily, yet quickly draw the board upon the highway so that the end closest to me touched the centerline.

Knowing it was him headed toward me seemed to make time slow down. Almost lazily took up the slack on the nylon cords. I knew he was doing at least fifty, yet his lights just seem to hang out there.

I started thinking about why I was doing this. Pictures of my wife kept flashing in my mind. She had come through the door sobbing and shaking, she cringed when I reached out to comfort her. I had no idea what was wrong. She was unable to talk coherently, and I became frightened. She rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Dread ripping through me, I rapped on the door and asked her to tell me what was wrong.

Through the sobs she managed to tell me, “Please, just wait.”

Wait! My world seemed to be exploding, and I’m being asked to wait, ... okay, ... I wait.

Nervously, I paced the bedroom. Listening to the crying slowly subside only to be renewed seconds later. I could hear the shower now and she seemed to be calming down. What could have happened? I knew that she was supposed to be at a two-day educational conference in West Palm, she was a counselor at the local high school. We had agreed that she would get a hotel room rather than drive back to Belle Glade over that terrible road at night. Yet here she was. The conference still had another day, yet she was home.

I was lying on the bed blindly staring through the ceiling when I heard the bathroom door open. I had been so wrapped in thought that I hadn’t even noticed that the shower had stopped. I sat up, waiting expectantly. She had a towel wrapped around her body and one at her face like a huge hanky softly crying into it. Slowly she came over to the bed and sat next to me. I said nothing. I carefully put my arm around her and she became tense. We just sat there. Both of us had tears running down our face.

Finally she began to relax in my arms and in a horse whisper said, “He raped me.”

Startled, I asked her to repeat herself, as if I had not heard the words I did not want to hear. She started silently crying, and her whole body started shaking, with the effort to subdue the hurt within her.

“Who raped you?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Bill! Bill Brown!” Burst from her lips in a mighty sob, followed by a painful wail that made me feel as though a mass of frantically withering snakes had taken up residence in my gut.

“Bill Brown? The principal? Your boss?”

Still wailing she hung her head and nodded.

“How did it happen? Where is he? Have you reported it to the cops?”

“NO!” She shouted. “No police! I couldn’t bear the talk. You know this town. I’m ashamed. I couldn’t face them. Besides it was partly my fault.”

“How was it your fault?” I half screamed at her.

“I let him in my room to use the phone.” And a renewed wail filled the space around us.

“So ... that’s all?”

She nodded, and was now making that hiccupy crying sound that a three year old makes when the hurt has started to fade.

“Do you hate me,” she asked?

Crying, I said, “No ... I don’t hate you. I love you. Are you okay, I mean physically? Did he hit you or anything?”

“Not really,” she sobbed. “I’m sore, but I’m not hurt. Look, I really don’t want to talk about this right now. Can we talk about this tomorrow? I took some sleeping pills and I need to rest. Please, I promise, we can talk about it later.”

I wanted to say no. I wanted to know everything that had happened and I wanted to know right now, but I knew that was not what she needed. So I hung my head and nodded.

She got up to put on her night gown, uncharacteristically putting it on before she removed the towel. As she lay down on the bed, I went to turn the lights out.

“Leave them on.” she frighteningly blurted. Then more calmly, “Please ... just hold me.”

I lay awake all night, listening to her breathing, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how I was going to kill Bill Brown.

Over the next few days, the events of that evening came out. At the conference she and Bill had attended several seminars together. Afterward, they had a few drinks (many for Bill), some friendly exchanges between other co-workers and dinner together, Dutch treat.

After dinner he asked her if he could use the phone in her room to call his wife to let her know that he would be home soon. She had seen no problem with that. He had never made any move on her in the three years that they had worked together and other than the occasional sexual banter that co-workers engaged in Bill had never given her any reason to distrust him.

As soon as they were in the room he grabbed her and roughly kissed her. She fought to get away but he held her close and drug her over to the bed, threw her down and fell on top of her. She fought him, trying to push him off as his hands roamed her body. During the struggle he swung around and accidentally hit her in the head with the back of his elbow, and tiny lights fired off in her brain. Frightened by his apparent determination, she stopped resisting and just lay passive, hoping that he would not hurt her any further.

Then with his forearm across her upper chest, under her chin. He unbuckled his pants, threw her dress up, ripped her underwear off and forced himself into her.

Afterward, he almost immediately seemed to fall asleep. Listening to his regular breathing, she slowly extracted herself from under his limp form, grabbed her belongings and ran from the room.

I tried to convince her that we should go to the police, but she would have none of it. I tried to assure her that it was not her fault, yet she insists on taking the blame.

It’s been five and a half months now. She doesn’t seem to want to be around me anymore. We tried to make love once a few weeks after the attack. She was cold and unmoving, so I withdrew and turned off the lights. That night when my body was attached to hers, I had never felt so alone.

She has been going to therapy for about five months now. She didn’t trust going to a local doctor, so she goes to West Palm every Wednesday after work and gets home around ten PM. It’s been several weeks into therapy she has begun to cover herself up, wearing long sleeves and dresses that button at the neck. She is never naked in my presence and will not let me touch her. She tells me things get worse, before they get better.

She does not know that I am out here, lying alongside this ragged highway preparing to remove Bill Brown from the list of the living. She just thinks that I have learned to really enjoy fishing.

She was not home this weekend. She had another conference. This time she has made arrangements to stay with her friend Carol, who would be at the conference as well.

He’s getting real close now. I can see the broken light lens clearly. The nylon is cutting off the blood to my fingers where I had wrapped it too tightly around them. As I prepare to pull the device onto the roadway I notice another set of headlights in the distance making the turn towards us. Will this other commuter be able to see what is about to happen? Too late, my arms seem to act on their own, drawing the board out across to the exact spot that I had practiced.

I now notice that he seems to be going faster than I thought, and he is already moving left, into the oncoming lane so that he can come off the bridge and cut down into the inside of the curve. His left front tire is already well into the north bound lane and there is no way it’s going to strike the metal. I could not react in time to move the device into the path of the tire. He continued to drift my way when his right front wheel struck the steel scrap on the far end of the board and exploded. I could see the right front of the white Buick drop, swerve slightly to the right. Then the right rear wheel came off the ground, like a dog preparing to relive himself and Le Saber rolled left, over and down the bank towards the trees.

I could not see over the bridge and down the far bank from where I was, but what I hear is a huge crash that sounded like someone throwing a hundred metal garbage cans simultaneously off a roof to the concrete below. A splash ... then silence. It felt as though my heart would burst, it was pounding so hard from the excitement. I drew the board the rest of the way to me and lay there and trembling, when another sound startled me.

The lights of the trailing car were upon me and I sank low into the grass trying to commingle with the ground. It shot past me, bound around the corner and accelerated to the west. It was a Florida Highway Patrol car, bound for some unknown destination. The cop never noticed the automobile that had been ahead of him, leave the roadway.

I slowly got up, my legs shaking so badly I could hardly control them and looked around for other traffic. There was nothing but blackness. I started to run across the bridge towards the accident. Along the way I kicked a piece of scrap metal near the edge of the roadway off into the water.

I was dragging the piece of deadly pine behind me across the bridge and down the bank. It snagged a small bush and nearly jerked me to the ground. Cursing I untangled it from the vegetation, wound the nylon cords around the timber and resumed my search for the result of my efforts.

The ground was not as torn up as I had expected. Apparently the car rolled cleanly down the embankment and except for a couple of divots, some depressed grass and a big chunk of bark torn from one large Australian pine, was the only evidence that anything had happened here.

Carefully, standing on clumps of grass so as not to make any footprints, I approached the bank. Peering out, I could see that the car had ended mostly right side up. The heavier front end had already disappeared into the inky depths and the rest was sinking fast. In only a few seconds, the right rear quarter panel, a small section of the trunk and the upper corner of the roof were still visible, when the vehicle appeared to stop sinking.

Bubbles that escaped the auto’s interior were the only sound that disturbed the still morning air. The faint smell of gasoline and the still glowing tail light were the only things that marked the passing of Bill Brown.

Satisfied, I turned and began to find my way back to my car. I put all my gear in the back seat, got behind the wheel and began to pull out slowly with my head lights off. I thought I had heard a “pop,” like I had run over a bottle or something. This was not a good time for a flat tire. The smooth tires on the old heap were so thin you could practically see the air in them.

I pointed the car towards the east coast, and when I was safely on the roadway, I turned my lights on and accelerated to the speed limit.

Forty five minutes later the sky was bright and I was in a donut shop, sipping hot decaf, waiting for the mechanic at the Exxon to put four new used tires on the Dart. I then drove two miles down State Road Seven to the inconspicuous place that I had parked my plumbing van. I put my fishing gear and the one by six into it and drove the Dodge its last block to Bob’s Scrap Metal yard.

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CHAPTER 1 Romance, oh why couldn’t he experience romance? Just the once would do, thought Tom O. Bates whose trail of mixed-bag seductions lay in his wake like feathers of a rooster attempting to escape the red-faced farmer’s wife wielding an axe and intent on having her sleep interrupted by only one cock at dawn. Tom was an unsuccessful writer of sexy novels, rejected because his sentences were unacceptable. Too long. Another reason was although his hero and heroine met in the first chapter...

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Death Watch

Several years ago, just for fun, I audited a Creative Writing class at the university associated with the hospital where I am an RN. Probably the best assignment throughout the semester was to write something that would be appropriate for an episode of ‘The Twilight Zone’. In other words, if we wanted to bend the rules of reality a bit here and there, go right ahead. After all, if Rod Serling could do it, why not we? A few weeks ago as I was hauling Christmas decorations out of the attic, what...

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Death name

There I was, driving home for work Thinking how my life seem so normal. Funny looking back. How much things have change. BANG!!! What??? I hit something!! As I see the body moving across my hood an into my windshied and over. SHIT!!!! Finally stopping my truck and over to the ditch. He was lying there. Blood and grass cover his body. I grab my phone call 911. 911 whats your emergency? SHIT I hit some one--------- Shanking so bad trying to think. Law enforce teaches how to hand thing...

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Death Throes

a plane of existence deep in the Abyss Gorflkk was trying his best to please his mistress, but was having a somewhat difficult time of it as she stood in one of her bedchamber's enormous windows and cast her gaze across the foreboding landscape of Woeful Iscandar. As was true of all of Woeful Iscandar's populace, Gorflkk was a demon. A tenebrosus, to be exact. He and his kin were down among the lower ranks of demons but of higher station than dretches and quasits. In the Abyss, Gorflkk...

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Death By Fucking Ch 02

My name is Deirdre Martin and I'm a management consultant. I am brought into corporations to determine how to make those corporations more efficient, more profitable. Part of that means that I sometimes (well more than sometimes) have to tell my clients how to consolidate functions in order to improve service. That's a euphemistic way of saying I tell them who to fire. It's not a pleasant part of my job, and it doesn't make me very popular with the people I work with. They may be the very...

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Death By Fucking Ch 02

My life has been in a bit of a rut lately, if lately can be construed to mean three years. I travel, work, eat, sleep. Those are the four basic components of my life. I know that there should be more than that, but I made my bed, so to speak, and must sleep in it. My name is Deirdre Martin and I’m a management consultant. I am brought into corporations to determine how to make those corporations more efficient, more profitable. Part of that means that I sometimes (well more than sometimes)...

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Death Creeps in the Fog

the story is based in early 19th century and though long I think it's okay hopefully you will like it ---------------------------------------------------------------“How did I start you ask? That’s an interesting question. I could give the pathetic answer that some give once caught. That it was their upbringing but for me that wasn’t true. Nor was the fact that I was turned down by the girl I went to school with and embarrassed in front of my friends. Yes I was and at the time it hurt but...

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Death of A Salesman Part 1

Death of A Salesman I am a salesman - or at least I was - and a damn good one. If you ever saw "Glengarry, Glen Ross" I'd have been the one winning the car. If I'd had a couple more years I'd have been the one setting the prizes and sending other people out to earn money for me. The trouble was, I was too good. It aroused envy in my peers. It made my boss afraid. They knew they could never beat me fair so they cheated. Most things they could have come up with I'd have outsmarted them...

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Death By Misadventure Part 2

Sitting on a stool at the counter, smoking a Rothmans and nursing a tonic water - ice, no lemon - the girl who had momentarily piqued my curiosity looks older at close quarters than she did from the other side of the dining room. If I'd been asked to guess her age before I met Suki I'd have said she was in her late twenties; today, having learned to look for such indicators as the set of her mouth and the laughter lines at the corners of her eyes, I'm inclined to revise that estimate to...

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Death Penalty

Some looked back at the barbaric times and wondered why it took so long for an enlightened society to create humane way to kill someone. No one really knew other than it might have been considered an immoral act, and no one wanted an immoral act to befoul an execution. Sam Snider was sentenced to death, and he deserved to die. He had led a relatively clean life – other than the killing, but his tests indicated that he was eligible for a little more flexibility of choice in how he would die. It...

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Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 19

The second day of the trial began with Dr. Tim Houston still on the stand. Wyatt Quinn had few questions he could ask, but he believed he still needed to take a run at the man. Otherwise the jury was likely to take every opinion the man stated as the Gospel. He began small, questioning some of the word choices that Houston had used. But he soon worked his way up to the question he wanted a different answer to. The capital murder case hinged on special circumstances. In this instance, the...

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Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 14

十四 I went back to my apartment, swallowed a handful of Xanax. I had been upping my dose weekly for them to be efficacious. While I waited for them to kick in, I lay back in bed, scooped my phone up into my hands, stared down at it like a palm reader and read and explored more about the death penalty in China. China doesn’t release official statistics regarding the number of death sentences that are carried out, so it’s hard to know how many were executed per year. Being an American, I like...

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Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 17

I’d taken my pills but still I lay awake at night, staring at shadows. I peered out my open window and realized I’d not seen any stars, or the moon, since I’d arrived in China. I could imagine the school’s ghosts as gremlins crawling and clawing up into the sky, eating the moon like a cake. Tonight, there were no drilling sounds and my room was silent as death and my mind was racing, abuzz, unable to quiet... I was feeling like an overloaded plane in a turbulent sky, wishing that I’d...

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Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 20

二十 “Reactionary,” a stentorian voice bellowed at me the minute I walked into my apartment, and I saw there was a pile of letters strewn about my kitchen table. The papers were yellowed with age. They were written in Chinese, in a smeared, dark red ink. I sat down, looked them over. Used translation software on my phone to scan, translate them. They were a prison diary, written by Lily. The diaries were mundane, showed the tedium of her death row existence. Every day was the same. She’d be...

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Joe on the Road

Introduction: Just toolin' along hummin' a song Country roads take me home; I’m humming the John Denver song, the radio’s off, I’m making my own music like I do a lot of the time when I’m driving. When I take off on a journey it’s always Willie and On the road again, sometimes, when I’m cruising during the day I’m with Tim McGraw going Everywhere, but at night, on a lonely country road it’s always Denver.And I am on a country road, two lanes of mcadam, a single white line down the middle but...

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Life on the Road

I was late getting out of Darwin so I pulled off the road at Katherine to grab a cup of coffee and a bite to eat to fuel me up for the long night ahead. The truck was fuelled up and with over 1000 litres in the tanks I wouldn’t have to stop for fuel until I got home. There was one other rig in the parking bay, an old and battered Louisville with 3 cattle trailers hanging behind. There were a couple of dust-covered utes complete with bull bars and a row of spotlights on a bar over the cab, a...

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Mother Road

Author's note: All sexual activity in this story is between consenting adults over the age of 18.This story is dedicated to all single moms out there; you're no unsexy matron. Motherhood kicks you up to another level of sexy.++++++++++++++My divorce became official yesterday, so as of today my ex-wife Beverly is in the history books. After one year, six months, and 11 days, that guy in the mirror, Tom McFarland, is now officially single again!Beverly and I met at the Art Institute of Chicago...

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Just Down the Road

I entered and walked to the counter of the diner, I selected one of the dozen or so chrome and vinyl clad stool and sat. The diner was like a snapshot of a place that has not aged in 30 years. Clean but definitely dated. The waitress approached, her name tag read “Sarah.”“Coffee?”“Yes, Sarah, black please.”“Menu?”“Please.”As I waited for the coffee I checked my messages on my cellphone. Thinking to myself what a weird juxtaposition . . . using modern technology in this museum of a restaurant....

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Death by fucking ch 05

Donnie and Dee Dee made me lie on the bed and watch a little TV while they prepared for dinner. Donnie insisted on taking another shower, though I didn’t for the life of me know why. Come to think of it, she insisted that I take a shower too; not together though. I wanted to get in with her, but she wanted to reset to zero with our relationship and act like we hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out. I’ll never understand women. There is something tremendously domestic about...

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Queen of the Road

Kevin White walked along the edge of the highway leading out of Rockland Springs. The sun was already in the lower half of the sky and he hoped someone would take pity on him soon and offer him a lift. When he was younger, his father had told him that growing up was a matter of making bad decisions and learning from them. If that was the case, he told himself, then he'd certainly grown up a lot in the last twelve hours. Otherwise, the decision to use his bus ticket to back what he thought...

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Maggie Part 3 The Boys Down The Road

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...

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Maggie Part 3 The Boys Down The Road

Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...

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Shades of Death Road

I stepped out of Maureen's car as she handed me my sleeping bag. She asked, "Are you sure about this? You do know what happened out here?""Maur, if I don't do this, then Layla and the rest will think I'm just a coward and never allow me to live it down. Besides, I don't believe in all those stories. There isn't anything out here except a road with a name that scares people.""I don't think so, Rach. I've heard all the stories since I was just a kid. I was always warned about being out here after...

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Death be not Cruel Pt I

Tears blinding him he struggled forward, grasping her by the thighs and despreatly trying to lift her to allow her air--so safe the beautiful woman he loved. It was to no avail. Her feet twitched their last macabre tatoo against his chest, and as a final indignity, her bladder relaxed, allowing urin to run down her trembling legs and the amrs of the lover who held them. The silence of her passing was marred only by his uncontrolable weaping as he collapsed beneath her dangling corpse and...

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Death of a Muse

Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled, but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with the kiss of sacred candlelight. As well it should shine, as it would be a closed casket service. The air was stifling with the scent of...

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Death Has No Friends

Many people who know me and what I’ve done say that I am one evil son of a bitch. Personally, I couldn’t care less. However, the vehemence of my accusers sometimes gives me pause. They’re so sure of themselves. They see themselves as the Heroes of the story and me as the Villain. He or she who must be destroyed for the sake of all that is good and decent in the world. That’s fine in books and movies, but it doesn’t work that way in real life. Without further ado, I will tell you my story. And...

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Death by fucking ch 04

She was lying partially under the cover, one arm thrown carelessly above her head, her eyes closed and a sensual, lazy smile on her face. I could see her semi-nude form looking so warm and inviting and could feel myself stirring once again. I finished dressing and walked over to her bed, kneeled at the bedside and put my arms around her. I took her in my arms and gave her a gentle kiss. "Thank you, Dee Dee, for a wonderful evening. You know that if you ever need anything from me, all...

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Death By Fucking Ch 03

We were lying in bed in Deirdre’s hotel room recovering from a bout of mind-blowing liberating sex, at least from my point of view. I had wanted to make slow sensuous love to this woman who had suddenly become the focus of my life. Instead I lost my head and it turned into a long hard monkey fuck. It was a mistake. I don’t know what happened. One minute I was this guy trying desperately to impress the woman of his dreams. The next minute I was primal man staking his claim on Eve in the...

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Death comes to Hamberley

Death comes to Hamberley By Belle Gordon Prologue The police were called to Hamberley Manor at 0807 on a Monday morning. The call had been made by Ms Rosemary Kilburn, the maid. When she had entered her employer's bedroom to awaken her with her customary morning tea she was surprised to see the bed empty. Leaving the tea tray she went about her duties thinking her Mistress, Lady Mildred Reiner had risen early and gone for a walk as she sometimes did. Looking in the open door...

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Death ALWAYS Wears Black Chapter 1

The man shaped shadow in the neighbor’s yard across the street had not moved in the last 20 minutes but it was entirely possible that Glenn’s eyes were playing tricks on him as his panicked mind worked overtime on his dilemma. It had been two weeks since the contract had been fulfilled by the assassin’s guild of Ar and he had yet to send them their payment, of course, they had not exactly sought him out either for their gold, but he was still extremely worried. Silas had seen what happens to...

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Death Bringer 5 Christmas Triumph

I am Death Bringer, Lord of the Berber Cliffs and Master of the Caves of the Dust Sprites. My tale begins several days ago as I, a lone watchman on guard against the evils that lurk when the world sleeps under its white blanket, sat in the aerie looking out over the desolate land now covered in ice. The beast of the five hells was hunting far below me. Why it must lift its leg and spray its foul liquids hither and yon I do not know. The five hells must be more terrible than even I can imagine,...

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Death Wish

Fred was browsing the postings in the alt.torture newsgroup when he came upon this post: > Hi, > My name is Candy. I am a female pain slut with a > death wish. I would like to correspond with males > or females who would tell me how they would kill me > if they ever met me. Fred figured her for a troll, but shot off a quick reply anyway. > Hi Candy, > I know exactly what I would use you for! Reply if > you want to know what...

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Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 14

Ten minutes after Bryant's first meeting with his entire detective squad, Jan Elliot walked into his office and shut the door. "Uh-oh ... the closed door," Bryant said. "That means you plan to yell." "Maybe I mean to sexually harass you," Jan replied as she took a chair opposite him. "Nope, you'd have called me to your office for that," Bryant joked. "I'd have called you to my office if I planned to yell," Jan said. "Look, we need to hash out our responsibilities here....

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