Tag: mystery story
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Photograph Chapter six
~~~~~~~☆The past☆~~~~~~~~ Early morning The sun barely begun to crest the horizon, the glow slowly touching the trees. Spreading out over a beach in florida at Blowing Rocks Preserve, Hobe Sound, Jupiter Island. It has been many years since she came here, many years since the day she help the one who stole her heart, […]
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Photograph Chapter five
‘Just another piece of paper and an old photograph’……. Mark looked around, before taking a few steps back and pulled the book out of the corner. Pocketing it, he walked to where Jo was still going through boxes, passing by where the paper and photo were laying. Where moments before nothing had been there, mysterious. […]
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Photograph The Hunt
Jo looked up at Mark confused, and was about to ask him if he knew what this ment, only to see the same expression on his face. So he (Jo) stayed silent while the one he calls his Oppa takes the piece of paper from him and stares a it some more.Mark reads it over […]
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Photograph Chapter 3
Chapter three The clue’The painting is the key, look beyond the pond, on the banks of a river. Through the trees, found on the gossamer wings of butterflies. ‘Jo walked around Mark, bending over he righted the painting, putting it back on the easel in the corner. Mark watched him, the room was still dark, […]
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Photograph Chapter two
A voice called out in the darkness, a whisper on the wind, from the recesses of his mind. A plea of help from a sister whom was his anchor.”Come find me, brother. You were always good at figuring out the clues. Please don’t dwell in the past, you must protect Jay. Come find me…”Mark’s eyes […]
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Photograph Chapter one
Chapter one The history(The past)Sunlight burst through the trees as it crested over the mountains. Bird song filled the air, as the morning light chased away the fog of night.A mile or so outside of Canmore, AB, nestled near the mountains, sat a rustic cabin. It was built in the 70s, by Mark and Mary’s […]
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Photograph
The soft footsteps padded across the room, on the couch lay a knitted wool blanket. It had been made by the man’s mother, young hands picked it up and brought it over to the chair. Still the man didn’t notice, his eyes had closed as the call of sleep had been to great. Yet it […]
From the heart poems 