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Ross Tuohy

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Endgame

Weekly Contest #263

The warm lilting notes of Bach’s Cello suite no.1 in G Major drifted through the palatial dining room. Doctor Stephen Werner pulled a chair from beneath the huge black oak table and eased his wife down into the seat. She wore an emerald green dress that flowed over her pale skin and down to the floor; the material bunched around her pronounced baby bump. An intricate plat of her long black hair hung down the centre of her back with a huge crystal hair clip in the shape of a butterfly at the bottom.The doctor kissed the top of her head and br...

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And for thy peace I pawn my own soul.

Weekly Contest #218

The air was pregnant with decay. The stench of putrid meat mingled with the sharp metallic tang of dried blood and the smoky fugue of charcoal. The world crackled with a dark red energy which surged through the ruined student flat like arcs of summer lightning. Lines of blue and white police tape criss-crossed the blackened maw of the scorched doorway. "What the hell happened Henry?" Asked Kelly. She reached out a hand to touch the charred wood. "Don't touch anything!" Kelly's hand snapped back from the door and she turned her gaze toward He...

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You Know My Name

The slow, delicate ticking of the grandfather clock engulfed the sitting room as Albert Campbell shuffled through the doorway and slumped into his favourite high backed, green leather chair next to the ornate fireplace. Thin slits of silver fell across the room as moonlight burst through the heavy curtains. He sat in the darkness for a few moments, raising a hand to stall the butler as he skittered across the rug to light the fire.  “Sir?” Albert Campbell’s fingers twitched as he cocked his head, cutting off the butler’s question as he ...

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