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Looking for Mother

Genre:  Thriller

Helen made her way along the woody path, her feet kicking at the mist making it swirl.  She pulled her coat tighter and breathed the cold into her lungs. She loved this time of year, almost winter and loads of mist.  Her black hair streaked out behind her as she hurried along, looking for mother.

She couldn’t have gone far, she was only missing a few minutes. Helen hoped she had the sense to put her coat on, she cursed herself for not checking – she could have brought it with. Helen called out as she walked, her feet barely making a sound.

‘Motheeeer. Mother! Are you here? Motheeeeeeer?’ Nothing.

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Dolls Town

Genre:  Thriller

Tyron pushed old faithful harder than he should have, sending blue smoke putt-putting out of the exhaust.  He hated these long trips into the middle of the bloody farmlands in the back of beyond.  He loved his job as a repo assessor.  It appealed to his mean streak, his sadistic nature. He relished in telling a poor farmer that he would be repossessing his farm unless he paid.  And he wasn’t above a bit of extortion to line his pocket or ask for favours, if the farmer was a good-looking lady. He was despicable. …

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The Old Railway Bridge

Genre: Horror

Gen stamped her foot in impatience. Bloody Debs had let her down again. Every time she wanted to do something Gen had to drop what she was doing, but Debs didn’t do the same and it upset the hell out of her.

‘Who needs her?’ Gen asked herself, putting out her cigarette with a muddy shoe. ‘” I’ll just go alone, “I” want to hike and I will.’ Gen knew that her parents thought Debs would be with her – but really – how would they know? She walked onto the trail, disappearing around the corner in the shadows. If anyone were watching, other than her killer, this would be the last sighting of Genevieve Jones.…

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Sanctuary

Genre: Horror

‘It’s perfect. I’ll take it’. Gladys, the realtor sends a silent prayer of gratitude. Cliffside Cottage is a hard rental to sell and she needs the money.

‘I’ll send the paperwork. See you on the 17^th.’

Callie Babas needed a break. Her work was dragging behind and she had an exhibition looming which needed 7 more pieces. Getting away from all the noise was the only answer. Calli has no intention of telling anyone where she was going, just that she would be away.

She changes the message on her answering machine, leaves a note for her neighbour with a key and is packed and on the road within hours. The sun warms her face through the windscreen and the windows keep the cold outside.…

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