A Fictional Narrative

A Fictional Narrative
Gabby could feel her head buzzing and her body tingling. The bottle of booze had worked its magic and if it where anyone else she'd want to
make good use of such tingly feelings. But she couldn't go there, not with Alex, not when she knew what it would do to her heart. God she wanted
him, she had for a very long time. Spent nights playing out what it would be like as her hands did the best they could to play his part. And
afterward she'd hate herself for being so weak, for wanting him, and for worse needing him in her life. Gabby leaned her head against the couch and
watched Alex stew for a moment. He clearly wasn't expecting her reaction to the necklace. But how could he really expect anything else? He knew her
better than anyone and yet he couldn't seem to understand how shattered she felt around him. It made her wonder if he had ever really known her at all.
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Her breathing slowed and despite how hard she tried to fight it sleep tugged at her senses. She heard Alex's voice, but the words seemed lost as
she sank deeper into her sleepy state. She had been working all day, and current events had been a roller coaster of emotions. Gabby was honestly
drained, and before Alex could get his apology out she was out. A soft snore was the only response he received when finally done with his admission.
Gabby had fallen asleep, her legs still draped over him as she rested back against the
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Personal Experiences: A Fictional Narrative
Richard held Lexi's sweat–slicked body against his, tenderly kissing and caressing as they both came down from the heights of pleasure. Content to
have seemingly satiated her needs as much as she had his, the Hacker possessed not the slightest inkling that her assumption of control stemmed not
purely from desire, but because of Karl Williams. A man Richard despised, but who had also recently been allowed the satisfaction of bringing Lexi to
orgasm by fucking her with a roughness much more brutal than that she'd denied him. Mustn't that mean, at least in some way, she'd enjoyed it?
Despite his love for Alexandra, that question would likely always prey on Richard's mind if the truth ever emerged.
"Keep surprising me." Richard responded with a drowsy grin, feeling the pace of Lexi's pulse slow under her skin, and watched her eyelids close.
Only after she was on her way to dreamland, did Richard close his own eyes, the image of the faint smile on Lexi's face that his last comment had
elicited imprinted in his mind as he fell into a deep, restful sleep, Alexandra safe in his embrace.
Consciousness arrived with the filtering of the sunlight through the hotel room window. The Hacker's eyes fluttered open and closed, and he yawned,
flinging his arm sleepily across in search for Lexi. When his hand instead hit nothing but cool...show more content...
Exiting a couple of minutes later, hair neatly combed, and looking and feeling more awake, he approached Lexi, slid his arms around her from
behind, kissed the back of her neck, and fixed a coffee. "Sleep well?" Arching a brow, the Hacker sensed a tension in the air. It may have been more
imagined than real, but for Richard the pleasurable memories of the night had begun to fade, replaced by the reality of the reasons behind their early
morning rise, and it made him ever more impatient to leave the confines of the claustrophobic hotel

Personal Essay: A Fictional Narrative
This was the first night I had been out on the town, since coming of age. After dark I left to the bloody goblin, a tavern near the center of town.
I've been there many times with my father when I was younger. However, that was many years ago, I recall the smell of strong alcohol burning my
nose and the smoke stained roof. I forgot how short of a walk it was to the goblin seeing as I arrived there in just a few minutes, no time to
reminisce before going in on my own. The tavern was loud and you could hear the sailors inside singing shanties that remind me of the docks near
home. The smell of burning alcohol was strong in the air. The building was in rougher shape than I remember. some of the windows were cracked and
some were even broken in. The goblin cutout they had above the sign was sun rotted and ready to fall apart and...show more content...
Taking a quick look around 3 of his Friends got us and charged at me and now the dwarf was standing by my side, "oy thank ye for that one mate"
his unnaturally deep voice boasted to me. The bartender yelled for us to take it outside before something got broken, but they didn't seem
interested in waiting and the sailors didn't seem to mind watching the fight go out as a drunken game before them. I ducked and weaved the best I
could between 2 of them, but could help being hit once or twice in the ribs I could feel my lungs close under my ribs and my my heart palpitating
thought my body. I returned fire, tripping one of the rough, looking men and bring my fist down with him. It was as if my fist hit the stone floor
as I dropped to one knee with my punch knocking him out. And the dwarf seems to be doing as well as me, although he was using a table. The last
man tried to grapple me when I was on one knee. Year of self defense training came flowing out of me as I flipped him over my back locking his neck
between my bicep and forearm before he had a chance to get his

Oblivion: A Fictional Narrative
A speck of green and a speck of blue What comes next this instant You have no clue It could be a guy Who'd promise to love How long would it last?
I'd be surprised if even a month Would this be your oblivion? It could be a friend Who'd promise to stay How soon she'd leave? I guess max a week or
min few days Would this be your oblivion? It could be time Who'd promise to change How soon it'd worsen? I guess in a minute or a day Would
this be your oblivion? It could be hurt Who'd promise to leave How long it'd stay? I guess a decade or millennium Would this be your oblivion? It
could be memories Who'd promise to fade How many shades would it need To completely fade away? Would this be your oblivion? It could be
opportunities Who'd promise

Exploring: A Fictional Narrative
Alfred sits staring at the phone for a good minute before he picks it up and starts dialing
Christina: Christina...
Alfred: Hi, it's me.
Christina: I was starting to worry you were ill or something.
Alfred: (Slowly) I need to talk to you
Christina: Well, I was going to come by at lunch anyway.
Alfred: Oh (Pause) no (Pause). You shouldn't do that. Why don't we meet somewhere?
(Pause)
Christina: What is going on?
Alfred: Something happened, and I'd like to talk to you (short pause) about it face to face. Maybe for coffee.
(Long pause)
Christina: (Fighting tears) Ok! (Pause) You know what? (Pause) I'm not going to have some conversation and have to sit through coffee afterwards.
(Pause) Just get to it.
(Very long pause)
Alfred: Well, (Pause) I (long pause) met somebody....show more content...
(Pause) I fell in love. I didn't mean for this to happen and (Pause) you've been (short pause) very important (short pause) to me.
Christina: So you're not going to post on Instagram saying you never liked me?
Alfred: Christina
Christina: Well I hope you're very happy (holding tears) and I hope she knows you only like the beginnings of things.
(Pause)
Alfred: I'm sorry. (Pause) I don't know what else to say.
Christina: Goodbye! (Slams phone on desk as she hangs up)
(He stares at Chloe for a bit and then nods)
Alfred: It's done.
(Chloe lights a cigarette and starts dialing on her phone)
Paul: Good morning! How's the going? Everything alright?

Chloe: I'm doing fine thanks.
Paul: Well, I'll get back to work!
Chloe: Couldn't you just pretend? (Pause) I let you live alone in that apartment... (Short pause) Somehow I thought that there was some dignity in
granting permission. (Pause) All I wanted, was for you to be discrete. She lives on your block!
Paul: Don't jump to conclusions...
Chloe: There's no way for me to escape! To not be an object of pity while you get to do whatever you feel like.
(Pause)
Paul: Well, can this wait for later?
(Long pause)
Chloe: I have never said no to

Journal: A Fictional Narrative
Grazing his skin with the side of her hand, she felt the damp warmth radiating from his temples. Dusk arrived with the wind stirring swiftly against
the massive house. Paul began to mutter in wincing pain. "Malabar... Malabar.. Malabar..." The wind howled louder each time Paul spoke the
name of the race horse. Worried, She pulled Paul and wrapped him in her arms. She felt the vibrating, muffled moans seep from Paul's buried head.
This time she heard another voice inside the room, but they were alone, right? She turned her head to the rocking horse that was subtly swaying
back and forth. Face to face, she stared at the horse's large, glassy eyes. The horse's once goofy expression seemed unsettling and it almost appeared
as if it was crudely taunting her. Chills ran down her spine and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. A faint wheeze escaped from its mouth.
Wide eyed and disturbed, she laid Paul down daintily, stood up from the bed, and began backing away slowly, until she heard a ghastly shout!...show
more content...
A sudden storm of footsteps, then Paul's bedroom door swung open. His father and Basset stood in the doorway and looked at his mother with
alerting eyes. She pointed to the vigorously rocking rocking horse. They gandered at the horse and it spoke again in a cryptic

Informative Essay: A Fictional Narrative
It is the day before the festival and all of them are trying to make the festival look really great Eliana and Saito are doing the stalls check and the
food check, Zoey and Seth are doing the Flyers and are the bosses and Satoshi and Terra are doing the decoration of the festival, and they all are
almost done.
Terra and Satoshi are almost finished with the decorations they just have to put up the curtains. Terra is on her tippy toe on the ladder trying to put the
curtains up, but then she slips and Satoshi runs to catch her. Then both of them are facing each other, Satoshi catching her and her faces are so close,
they are blushing thinking that they kiss, but the curtain was in between them. Suddenly they hear their friends coming so they got out of that position
and turned around so their friends won't see them blushing.
"Are you guys finished?" Seth said.
"Almost" Terra said then turning around.
"Let us finish it!" Saito and Eliana are putting the last 2 curtains up and they both touch hands and Saito blushes and Eliana just stare at him. Then they
finish setting up...show more content...
All of the guys blushed looking at all of them in their kimono, then they went into the festival. They played all types of games and ate all types of food
they where having the time of their life. Then when they were about to go to the wishing well, a bunch of muscled man wearing some kind of uniform
(not military) were marching down through the festival, which is natural. They were like a bunch of army men going "left...,left..., left..., left...,right...,
etc". They just kept marching down not caring if anyone was in there way. The kids were separated from going through those men. Saito got out of that
and he managed to grab someone's hand he pull them and it was Eliana! "Eliana are you okay?" Saito

Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative
"No."
She narrowed her eyes at me as if she didn't believe my answer. "Remember what I told you the other day, people like him will take advantage of you
in the blink of an eye. Watch your back at all times."
"I don't believe he's the type of person who's take advantage of someone."
"And what makes you believe that?" "I don't get a wicked vibe from him," I intimated in a calm tone, staring at his resting body move slowly up and
down with each passing breath. "He doesn't come off as the kind of person who would harm me."
She wrapped her arm around me and sighed. "Listen Ariana, you got a lot to learn. Some people in this world aren't as nice as you make them out to
be. This lazy bum is an example of one of those people. Just because he...show more content...
Especially if it isn't goodly intended. As long as you're happy with yourself that should be enough to keep your life moving forward."
Easier said than done. Maybe you never felt the devastation of being hated before, but I have enough experience to share amongst you and a few
other people. But I shouldn't bother telling you my problems. "Are you sure you don't like Tia?" I beseeched. "Don't you find her the least bit of
attractive?"
"I don't know what your friend got you up to...."
"She's not making me do anything. I just believe you two would be happy together."
"You might as well stop. I don't see her as nothing more than some idiot who happens to be in the same class as me." "You're being as stubborn as she
is," I whispered to

Greed: A Fictional Narrative Essay examples
The snow floated down from the heavens on to earth painting glistening white. Just like the named implied whitechapel was covered in a blanket of
white. Catherine Eddowes walked home she spots the local newspaper boy passing out information"Hey Missus, care for this morning's paper?"
"Yes, boy, how many pounds will this be?" replies Catherine Eddowes. "Just one pound, Missus." "Thank you, boy." She says as she throws the coin
to the lad. The boy hides the coin in his hat. The news articles states that a woman by the name of Mary Ann Nichols body has been found on Bucks
row in whitechapel her throat had been slit twice from left to right, her abdomen mutilated with one deep wound. A chill ran down Mrs.Eddowes spine
she was not sure if it...show more content...
After some time the friendly couple made it over to the door. Annie asked for Doctor Grant and found out that he was fired and arrest due to theft
his sentence was one year ago. Annie Eddowes was shocked that she had trusted a criminal to care for her dear mother. The doctor prescribed
Catherine to be held up right at all times so, she would not choke on her own puke and for her to lay off any alcoholic beverages. Annie helped her
mother into a taxi and the two of them drove home when they got to the front porch, Annie helped her up the steps into the house then, guided her
mother, Catherine to the bedroom where Annie placed two pillows behind her mother's back in order to keep her head held high. After this she
secretly hid her mother's secret booze stash. The next day the infermentry called the Eddowes resistance, Annie thought they were just going to send
over some nurse to assist her mother and was shocked to find out that her mother was in fact pregnant. Annie dropped the phone and ran up to mother's
room. The baby was expected in June next year. Worried about her drinking problems and the cost of another baby Annie phoned her mothers friend
Thomas Conway. Thomas traveled to the Eddowes resistance to meet his daughter. Thomas stepped inside the home where he saw Catherine. "Hello,
my dear." Thomas said politely. Catherine respond "Hello, Thomas, my good friend." Their conversation was interrupted by John Kelly who came up
to Catherine

Fiction: A Fictional Narrative
He was confused. Looking upon the pool, it seemed to have lost all of its motion. It was as if it had frozen over, but instead of water, had become
a giant television display . Other than the glow, once could not have even guessed it was once a body of water. "Missing texture..." I whispered,
looking it over. I poked at it with my front left paw, and it rippled as if it was still made of liquid. "What does that mean?" asked Victor, cursing
under his breath. "You accidentally modified the texture directory. It isn't able to render the water anymore, it's completely lost." "Is that reversible?"
he asked, glancing it over. I sighed. "I know how to reverse it. Until then, I wouldn't even do as much as step into it." Victor, taking the opportunity,
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I wiped a tear before looking up at the very confused skunk, unsure of what I was going to say. Changing his demeanor, he let his spite go out of
curiosity. "You've modified the personage script," I answered. "Remember how I explained it before we began our session? In less than ten
minutes we will be kicked off of the server, and one of us will probably go into a coma. At the worst, if any further errors occur, brain death is
certain. It can't handle this kind of stress. I would have been able to fix it, but I don't have the administrator access..." Victor didn't want to leave,
and this disturbed him a little. "I'll give it to you now, if you know what to do." "It's too late," I lamented. "It's too late. The only thing that can be
decided upon is the mental priority the person who leaves first is the most likely to wake up." "Who's going to go first, then?" "You are..." I answered
with a smile. "I'm crying because I'm going to be in a coma when you pass away, and this is all the time I'll ever have with you

Missy: A Fictional Narrative
I knew the groom–to–be, but I didn't know his fiancГ© very well. I thought her name was Missy. Missy sounded familiar, so that is the name I put
on the card. To Paul and Missy. The crowd had gathered for the bridal shower and the smiling couple began opening their long line of gifts. They
started at the far end of the table, opposite of where I had placed mine. For some reason, as I watched them open each one, I second–guessed myself
about the name I had written on the card. Why had I put a name in the first place? What if her name wasn't Missy? I think that was his last girlfriend's
name. What if I have confused them? I turned to the lady sitting next to me and out of the side of my mouth I whispered, "I can't remember his
fiancГ©'s name." She whispered back, "Not sure." Sweat popped out....show more content...
I can't remember?" She said, "I think its Linda. I only met her today." Linda was not the name I had put on the card. I better find out quickly, so I
went to the young man's aunt. "It's Linda. Why?" I didn't have time to answer. "What have you done?" She started to follow me. Then she put her
hand over her mouth to avoid laughing, because she figured it out when she saw the mad look in my eyes as I dashed for the gift

Fictional Narrative
Fictional Narrative John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. "Fuck", he
bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed
a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and
poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide
laugh, "sucks to suck!" John put on his Diamond Co. snapback hat and laced up his brand new jordans. He went out to his car and packed a bowl,
smoked it, and drove off to work. He

Meaning: A Fictional Narrative
They answer her as best as any mother and father could when trying to make their children happy. They told her how human's where the monster and
that one day she might be able to get to see the human world from outside the Makai realm. They just wanted her to be happy and able to protect
herself when that time comes. They did not know that something like that would happen when the Hades gate open up letting out a mixture of different
demonic creatures into the world. One of them being Seraphina as she looks around breathing in the fresh air that had no hint of brimstone in it. But
before she could get her family through a stupid spider was able to close the gate. It was clear that no demonic creature could open the gate as if they
could they

crow."
"That's fine just get mine to go."
"Syd did you hear me?"
"Yes I need a drink."
"I guess you realized it was Steven?"
"What?"
"I told you months ago that Steven and Kelli had something going on."
"We're still not serious yet, so it doesn't matter."
"Kelli is about to marry your best friend and you look as if you've seen a ghost, so it matters."
"Why did you do this to me Toni?'
"Somebody had to save Mike but I didn't know Steven would be here."
"I don't care because he won't believe me."
"Well do to him what I did to you, because he needs to know."
"I can't do that to Mike."
"Why not!"
"Because he will hate me forever and we just started talking again. Mike will not be able to handle this."
"Yes he can."
"Then you do...show more content...
Did you know about Steven?"
"No I was just as shocked as Sydney, but if we need more proof I'll get it,"
"If you knew about this why didn't you tell Mike?"
"Mike is way too sensitive about that girl."
"This is just like college, you had Sydney tell him about that girl too."
"Look men don't have those sensitive moments like females so I can't tell him."
"But Luke, you play the role of a female dog in heat so well."
"Bye Toni." Luke stood to leave. "Call me later because I think I have an idea." Luke flirted with the hostess as he walked out. That Saturday Mike

surprised Sydney with a picnic. When they were in college they would hang out in the park after finals all the time. Mike and Sydney we walking
along the lake throwing bread to the ducks. "It's been a long time since we've done this."
"Yes it has." Sydney was look somber.
"What's wrong with you Sydney?"
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about the last time we were here."
"Yeah, that was crazy." Mike kissed her hand. Sydney snatched her hand back, "Mike what you are doing!"
"Sorry I just got caught up in the moment because I realized how awesome you are as a friend."
Sydney turned up her nose, "Really?"
"Why are you looking at me like

Fictional Narrative Analysis
Fictional Narrative Final Assessment It all happened on that one stormy night as we were coming back from Vicksburg. We were up there so we
could buy the things that the families who wouldn't shop at the Wallace store needed. It was really raining hard out when we were on our way
home and all we wanted to do was get back to the warm fire and our dry clothes that Mary had set for us. As we were rolling down the road, the two
back wheels just came undone and popped off. I gave the reins to Stacey to hold so Jack wouldn't keep jerking the wagon around. As I was down
starting to fix the wheels, a car came out of nowhere but I didn't think much of it at the time 'cause I just wanted to get those wheels back on the
wagon and go home. I was...show more content...
Before I could reach my shotgun, one person from the truck reached out and shot me in the head. I couldn't do nothing but lay down and I couldn't
move my leg out from under the wagon in time before Jack started to get all wild because of the noise and pulled the wagon right over my leg.
Both things made me think that I would never be able to do anything again because of the pain. We finally made it back and as soon as we opened
the door, Mary rushed over yelling "David!David!" as she said that, I wished that I could have a long conversation with her. I also spotted Cassie
runnin' over here but I didn't look at her, knowing that she would have a scared look on her face that I couldn't bear to see. "David!" Mary yelled
again, this time running to where I lay on the bed. That is when I finally worked up enough strength to say, "Hey, baby... I'm ... alright. Just got my
leg broke, that's all..." Mr. Morrison told her "Wagon rolled over it. We better get that leg set. Didn't have time on the road." By then, all of the
kids had worked their way into our room and were asking questions but all I was paying any attention to was Mary, knowing that if I saw any of
their faces I would get sad and start cryin' for them. Finally, Mary got stacey to take them all out into the boys' room. As soon as they were all out,
Mr. Morrison started tellin' Mary all about what

A Fictional Narrative
The waitress smiled, "Granny probably wants help in the kitchen, if you don't mind." She looked at the boys; you two can help me with these lights.
She gave Felix a wink and the boy almost passed out. Henry couldn't help but laugh out loud. Regina pulled up outside the station. She wasn't feeling
up to seeing anyone, but Emma. She killed the car and got out, walking towards the building. Once she entered, she noticed how quiet it was inside.
So much so that she could actually hear Emma's pen etching across paper. One she came to the doorway where she saw the sheriff leaned over her
desk completely consumed in what she was doing. The brunette couldn't help but admire her. Just seeing her made Regina feel a little better. "Working
hard?" She...show more content...
She was now biting her lower lip with a smile on her mouth as she watched the older woman laugh. It was one of the most beautiful sounds she had
ever heard. Regina was able to stop the laughter and noticed the look on the sheriff's face, "What?" Emma stood up and stepped closer, "You are
beautiful." She kissed the other woman. Regina tensed when she smelled the alcohol on her lover's breath, and the blonde sensed it. She stepped
back and put her hand over her mouth, "Oh God, I'm sorry. Let me go and brush my teeth in the back." The queen put up her hand to stop the
younger woman, "You don't have to do that, it just startled me." She pulled the blonde back to her and kissed her again, before releasing her. "Leroy
was in here again and he was so bummed out. I just figured if he wanted to get drunk, then he should just do it here so no one got the call later to go
and pick him up." She explained. The mayor nodded her head in understanding, but then looked down to the ground with sadness in her own eyes.
"What's wrong?" Emma

Love: A Fictional Narrative
Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the
strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here
intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my
fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.
***
The sun flows through the tattered drapes, motes of dust filling the air with light speckles, enveloping the room in a dingy haze. Star awakes with
beads of sweat dripping lightly from her forehead, the nightmare...show more content...
"I should thank you for coming to see such a disgruntled old woman." Looks up to her eyes, "not many give an old widow the attention they need."
She bridges the deck with a cascading sound, "will you indulge a woman of her superstitions as well?"
Star watches the old hands nimbly handle the cards, "I, uh, what do you mean?"
She chuckles, "I want to read your fortune, well, a fortune of a sort. I don't see the future, I read the past and the present." Her hands still placing the
deck onto the table face down, "the cards can tell me about anyone, where they have been and where they are."
"But they can't see the future," she says with a weak chuckle, "I find the only mystic who can't read the future."
The old hag gives a small laugh, "there isn't a mystic in the land who can read the future, oh believe me all of them claim they can, but they're all
quite wrong." She brushes her silver hair back, "so what do you say young lady, at worst you learn what you already know."
Star nods, "I suppose it couldn't hurt."
The hag grins, "well then, draw three cards from the deck and place them in one pile, then three more and put them in a second pile,

Flashes of memory rapidly traveled though Allie's mind; those captivating eyes and that beautiful, alluring smile; suddenly, she was transported back
to that past December day, standing there on Meeting Street. Swiftly, Thomas was upon her; his lips on hers were hot with need as he took her mouth
with his. Quick intakes of breath and grunts of disapproval reached Allie's ears from somewhere in the room. To kiss this way in public, was very
inappropriate, but she did not care; she returned Thomas's kiss with a fervor that matched his.
When Thomas's lips released hers, she was limp in his arms. Eli cleared his throat, but they both ignored him.
"Darling, you look absolutely stunning in that gown– when I walked in, my eyes were immediately drawn...show more content...
"I hope that will be alright; we'll borrow a steed." Thinking of the gathered hem on her gown, Allie looked down. "I will manage the how's of it,
you'll have to trust me," said Thomas putting his arm around her waist and walking to a railing where several horses were hitched. Untying one of the
horses, Thomas mounted it and then leaned over and reached his arm down for her. Taking his offered arm, Allie smiled up at him. Easily, Thomas
lifted her and set her in front of him, sidesaddle like, and then turned the beast toward Charleston proper and the harbor. Snuggled in his arms, the
manly, sandalwood scent of him filled her nostrils; it was warm, spicy, and inviting... That, combined with the movement of the galloping horse was
sensual– ubiquitous darkness surrounded them as they rode along River Road; it was shadowy and mysterious. Closing her eyes, Allie leaned back
against Thomas's chest, and sighed. A little while longer and then they could lie together; she could not wait to kiss him again– to feel his flesh against
her as they made

Short Story: A Fictional Narrative
Hands on hips, Carter leaned back looked up at the tower and then down at the body working out angles and positioning. "How high?" he asked,
looking at Amelia. "About fifteen meters or so." Shaking his head and smiling, he pushed up on his knees. "I'm old school, feet?" "Close to fifty
feet," Joy Lee answered. "I'm old school too, but unlike Carter I've learned the maths." "Anybody see anything?" "No one was here when I jogged
past it was only just getting light." "You said he was face down when you found him, right?" "Yes," Joy said with a nod. "I rolled him over, but you
can see the blood splatter here and here," she said quietly, pointing to the ground. Angling the camera Carter took photos while listening to Joy. "And
there was nothing

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