

TrailsBy five oclock, Harry was sure it was gone. It wasnt on his dresser. It wasnt under his dresser. It wasnt anywhere to be found on, under or in his bed, floor, shelves or cupboards. It was gone. Vanished. MIA.Trails
This was not a good thing.
Harry? Whats all that banging about?
Harry sucked his fist. Walls were tougher than they looked. Nothing, mum. Just lost something.
Well, can you lose things quietly for a change?
With eight thumps and a squeak, his mother returned downstairs. Harry sat down on his bed.


Fortune Part 25It was Blaine who led the way into the house, once the bullet-splintered wood of the doors had finally given way. Ducking through the narrow hole, his sub-machinegun raised before him, he found himself in an open entrance hall. The area was festooned with splinters of wood and bullets littered the floor, however, there was just one thing Blaine was looking for as he surveyed the hallway with expert discipline. Panning his weapon as his gaze swept the area, he quickly came to the conclusion that their target had moved on.Fortune Part 25
After a silent gesture, Elise and Karl followed him through the damaged door, advancing into the house. While
Devious Comments
Hopefully see you at fencing in about...an hour.
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It is a certifiable fact that everything good in life is either illegal, amoral or fattening.
Heading to the Edinburgh Fringe this year?
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