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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 3
The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 3 Tomorrow morning was going to be beautiful; the headache was coming on already and he hadn’t even gotten inside! He’d cracked open murders that appeared to be suicides; he’d dragged confessions from stone-cold serial killers and yet for the life of him he still could not understand how people could enjoy being in places like this. The strobe lights could induce an epileptic fit at the door and you less listened to the pounding music than felt it through the soles of your boots. How do girls manage to stay upright on those daft heels anyway? Throw in copious amounts of strong spirits blended
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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 2
The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 2 He felt ridiculous. Sat on the kiddy chairs in the “Children’s Books” section of the library, his grey overcoat draped over a stegosaurus book case, he looked like some kind of freakish giant in world of pastel colours. He would have moved elsewhere, but there were so many copies of Little Red that it would have taken ages to carry them all to a table! Parents kept giving him suspicious glances but he really couldn’t have cared less. He was fixed on the case. Or maybe the case was his fix? Maybe he had been at the job so long he needed the cases to keep him going, to distract him. E
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Carmen Cordis
Each beat of the drum a labour of love. A love song I’ve spun from deep in the dark,                                                        I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. Take me for granted and pile it up high. The stress and the pain, so cutting and stark,                                                    I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. I sing with passion; I sing with my might. To keep you awake, to keep lit the spark,                                                        I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. My song is deep, ringing from within you. Distressing as death yet sweet as the lark,      
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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 1
 The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 1 Rain lashed down on the motorway above; held up on great columns of concrete like a giant spine. The roar of the traffic was dull, muted by the rain as it poured onto the tarmac and off the sides of the overpass creating a curtain of water on either side of the underway. Detective Inspector McEwan hated rain. It washed away, it covered up, it masked, all of the above being detrimental to his profession. Also he disliked getting wet. If God had meant us to swim we’d all have gills and flippers. He set himself down on his haunches and looked up at the corpse swaying in the damp wind. 'So then, what&rs
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McEwan Case Files: Memories of Murder, Prologue
Memories of Murder,Prologue Seven hours, one victim, three suspects, a murderer and copious amounts of paperwork later, McEwan wandered back through the peeling front door of his deteriorating semi, slouched through to the kitchen and staggered from cupboard to cupboard, slowly uniting the elements of a strong mug of tea. Settling on the least damaged mug, he made his way back toward the front of the house and retired to his living room, slumping into his flaking leather armchair. As he sipped tentatively from the mug, trying in vain not to scald his tongue, he thought. He did some of his best thinking in his chair. He thought about many th
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Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? Whatever is the matter child? You’ve such a pallid pall! Why are you up so late tonight? Can you not sleep at all? You had a scary dream you say? Oh dear, well that won’t do! A dream about the Big Bad Wolf and what he’d do to you? In that case dear come close at hand, would you a story hear? The true tale of that Big Bad Wolf that we unfairly fear. The Big Bad Wolf, as you will see, was not so big, or bad, he simply tried the best he could to keep the life he had for poor old Wolf had lost his job, a janitor no more, His missus was no help alive, She would not lift a paw He had
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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 3
The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 3 Tomorrow morning was going to be beautiful; the headache was coming on already and he hadn’t even gotten inside! He’d cracked open murders that appeared to be suicides; he’d dragged confessions from stone-cold serial killers and yet for the life of him he still could not understand how people could enjoy being in places like this. The strobe lights could induce an epileptic fit at the door and you less listened to the pounding music than felt it through the soles of your boots. How do girls manage to stay upright on those daft heels anyway? Throw in copious amounts of strong spirits blended
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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 2
The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 2 He felt ridiculous. Sat on the kiddy chairs in the “Children’s Books” section of the library, his grey overcoat draped over a stegosaurus book case, he looked like some kind of freakish giant in world of pastel colours. He would have moved elsewhere, but there were so many copies of Little Red that it would have taken ages to carry them all to a table! Parents kept giving him suspicious glances but he really couldn’t have cared less. He was fixed on the case. Or maybe the case was his fix? Maybe he had been at the job so long he needed the cases to keep him going, to distract him. E
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Carmen Cordis
Each beat of the drum a labour of love. A love song I’ve spun from deep in the dark,                                                        I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. Take me for granted and pile it up high. The stress and the pain, so cutting and stark,                                                    I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. I sing with passion; I sing with my might. To keep you awake, to keep lit the spark,                                                        I am the one who shall sing you to sleep. My song is deep, ringing from within you. Distressing as death yet sweet as the lark,      
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The McEwan Case Files: Case 2, Part 1
 The Fairy Tale Fatalities, Part 1 Rain lashed down on the motorway above; held up on great columns of concrete like a giant spine. The roar of the traffic was dull, muted by the rain as it poured onto the tarmac and off the sides of the overpass creating a curtain of water on either side of the underway. Detective Inspector McEwan hated rain. It washed away, it covered up, it masked, all of the above being detrimental to his profession. Also he disliked getting wet. If God had meant us to swim we’d all have gills and flippers. He set himself down on his haunches and looked up at the corpse swaying in the damp wind. 'So then, what&rs
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McEwan Case Files: Memories of Murder, Prologue
Memories of Murder,Prologue Seven hours, one victim, three suspects, a murderer and copious amounts of paperwork later, McEwan wandered back through the peeling front door of his deteriorating semi, slouched through to the kitchen and staggered from cupboard to cupboard, slowly uniting the elements of a strong mug of tea. Settling on the least damaged mug, he made his way back toward the front of the house and retired to his living room, slumping into his flaking leather armchair. As he sipped tentatively from the mug, trying in vain not to scald his tongue, he thought. He did some of his best thinking in his chair. He thought about many th
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Family Secrets
"Hello, this is Elaina Finch. I am calling about our appointment that was supposed to happen four days ago. Look, I have called you eight times already. I would appreciate an answer, even if it is not a positive one. Do call me, I will pay you for your troubles." Elaina Finch put down the phone. She took a cigarette out of a silver holder and lit it, holding it between her red lips. She was a tall, slender woman of about fifty, who thanks to modern cosmetologists, looked no more than forty. She was the editor of a famous magazine, and owned several websites as well. She was my all means a modern icon: beautiful, successful, and famous. Just
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Here we go again....
Hey guys, It seems like all I do recently is take "short breaks",  sorry about that. The Fairy Tail Fatalities, Part 5 is nearly finished, I'm down t the final draft and probably would have polished it up and uploaded it tomorrow if I hadn't received some bad news from home. I won't go into the details, as this isn't a therapy journal and I have no intention of fishing for sympathy. Suffice to say I really don't feel like writing at the moment, and even if I did i probably couldn't turn out anything decent, so until further notice I'm going dark for a while. Hope to see you all again when events have sorted themselves out. -Mr 42
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TheMr42 Review: Otaku VS Weeaboos
 This is something of a departure from my usual work but I thought it would be a good chance to dodge my Writer's Block for a few hours and write something non-fiction about a topic close to my heart.    (Hope you enjoy it, please remember that everything said below is my opinion not a rock solid fact and is intended to help develop discussion and present ONE point of view not a comprehensive solution! Credit for the materials used goes to its respective creators as they have been used within the bounds of review and parody, I don't own the vid etc.)            And what better topic to start with than the most hated subculture in the entire
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I'm Back (Again....sorry) =/
Hi guys, I took a small unannounced break from writing while I was back at home for the week, Grandparents anniversaries, school fetes, siblings presentations ceremonies and so on really take a massive chunk out my writing time! So, I'm back in MY home tomorrow and will be getting on with my own writing, the plot for this case is all ironed out, just need to write the damned thing and I already have plans for the next series of grisly demises and criminal doings!  In the short time I have had I've been sending my stories RiddleMe-This. These guys are purveyors of all things mysterious and Detective and anyone who likes my stories
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Hiiiii! :wave: How are you? Hope you're having a good day! =)
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Thanks for Favoriting! I'll be reading your latest chapter of The Fairy Tale Fatalities tomorrow.
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thanks for the fave!
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You are more than welcome, it was a fun read! :XD:
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thank you for the fave.
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You're Welcome, Thank you for drawing it!
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Thanks for the+fav 
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