In Their Time

Murder at Sand dollar Cove

feeds@yuku.com (HoratioCaine CSI) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 16:25:15 GMT

It had finally happened they were tearing down the old Sand dollar Cove Resort Hotel. The building had been vacond for more than twenty five years. It had become a popular squat for junkies and homeless. A place for hookers to bring their John and not give any of their profit to the hotels.

In truth the once magnificent building had become an eyesore and encouraged a rising crime rate. Today, the Sand dollar Cove Resort Hotel earned a new title. Crime Scene. yellow tape marked the...

Blood Ties

feeds@yuku.com (Aaron Gray) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 17:18:48 GMT

Aaron stepped out of the car and felt all the eyes fall on him. Glancing around he could see the gathered crows attracted to the macabre. He could not remember being fascinated with death when he was human, but, then death was more prevalent. Walking into the building he gave a smile and nod to a few on lookers. Whispers unheard by human ears filled his with gasps and the musings of old vampire stories.

He was guided by a young uniform to the apartment that held the grisly scene....

Postcards from Mystery

feeds@yuku.com (Cynthea Valentine) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:28:22 GMT

Cynthea lifted her head up off the steering wheel, there was a stinging sensation at first from the acid used to inflate the airbag. Then pain from the impact hit. "Oh damn, what happened?" She moved slow and gingerly as she unfastened her seat belt wincing at the pain in her shoulder and across her collar bone and hip from the lap belt. Looking in the mirror she saw cut on her temple and her lip was split open. "Hello beautiful."

Looking out her window she could...

Ties That Bind

feeds@yuku.com (Cort) — Tue, 26 May 2009 00:35:38 GMT

Cort walked down the staircase and past the bar. He glanced over at the bartender who gave a nod to the table in the far corner. The last couple left. Heaven knows why they were still lingerin' over their steaks at this time of night. Love is for those with a strong constitution. By now, the former padre was certain he didn't and wouldn't have that again. He walked out to the deck, propped his boots on the wood railing and leaned back to watch the sunset over the hills....

Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Officer White) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 21:07:43 GMT