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After what felt like an hour of travelling through the dark woods, when he was on the verge of collapsing, he managed to shove his way through the final group of trees onto Donovan Road. Across from it was another sign with another road branching off, rising into a hill: Maggerly Road, where Carlos now lived in the house Enzo had left him. Lane allowed himself a moment to look up at the night sky; he felt he deserved it. The storm had stopped moments ago. The clouds were in the process of
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Moira was sitting on the couch in her studio apartment, getting ready to down her second shot of Captain Morgan when Suzanne Salander showed up at the door. Without the twins, Moira noted with interest. It was rare when Suzanne didn't have the twins in tow. "I tried calling you before I came over here," said Suzanne. "I was getting worried." "Sorry," said Moira. She wasn't really sorry, not this time. Her mouth and mind were on autopilot. "I was prepared to kick the door down
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Moira was more than a little surprised when Anne Sterling called to ask if they could have lunch together. "Just you and I," she said. The occasions when Anne was not following Scott around playing Stepford Wife was rare. Perhaps she needed consolation after her daughter had gone missing. Moira accepted more out of curiosity than a desire to connect with her mother-in-law. They met at The Pine Tree Cafe, just off of Central Avenue. Anne hugged Moira when she saw her. "Oh Moira, it's so goo
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Someone was at the door. Lane sat up, throwing the blanket on the floor. He’d been napping on the couch when he heard the doorbell ring. He’d yet to move into one of the bedrooms. For the moment he was perfectly comfortable sleeping in the living room. He’d been sleeping a lot, exhausted from making arrangements for his late great aunt’s funeral as well as getting his car back from the lot. Cursing, he got up and went to the door. Standing on the porch was Annabelle, the waitress w
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Reeling from the events of Part 4, Lane and Carlos deal with the consequences in their own way. Having accepted Aunt Vanessa's legacy, Lane has officially settled into the lighthouse, Lane discovers his presence in the town is not welcomed.
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The receptacle was surprisingly very heavy. Made of ceramic, Carlos Santino had to hold it in his lap with both hands. In front of him his father’s name was engraved into the material, along with the date he was born and the date he’d died. It’s heavy because there’s a whole human being in there, he told himself. My father’s in there. And it seemed right that it should be heavy, burdensome. Enzo Santino had died a very painful death. Carlos would be making payments for the rest of the year
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Yeah this is one of the ones that I'm going to totally rewrite one day; already doing one for Planet Redemption. This one was really rough. Not my best work
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Is there any changes I should make to tbe scene that would make it more accurate or plausible?
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Thanks Paqman for noticing that mistake. I changed it from twenty-four inches - not sure how that got in there, sometimes I get to typing so fast my fingers are on autopilot - to six to eight inches.
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Carlos drifted in and out of consciousness. When he went under he dreamed/remembered his father. This last time he remembered their last conversation, when he'd gone to his house for beer after leaving Lane's. I'm sorry I haven't been the father you deserved, Enzo had said. I know it's a little late...we're both old men now, tired and bitter from the things we've seen, but I'd like to rectify that while I still can. Me too, Carlos had said, lifting his glass towards his father. Now he fo
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The search party was over. Everyone had gone home due to the rain. It had taken Lane and his group an hour to reach Ramona's house. By then it had stopped raining - for the moment at least. Ted had driven home in his fancy lawyer car, promising Carlos they would come back to the woods and look for Ramona but didn't mention the cave, although Lane got the feeling the cave was what they really meant. If they wanted to put themselves in danger by searching it, that was fine by Lane, but he did
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News about Ramona Sterling’s disappearance spread through town like wildfire. Carlos suspected it would even be a bigger deal than the death of Vanessa Stanton, for how could a cop on the sheriff's department just come up missing in a town like Adermoor Cove? He had to admit it was smart of his father to use the town's need for gossip and excitement to their advantage. He held a press conference on the lawn of the court house just as he'd done for Vanessa Stanton's death, and called for vo
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“It’s official,” Ted Magyer said. “The lighthouse and everything your aunt owned has been passed onto you.” Lane shook his head, looking at the titles for the lighthouse, The Netted Eel, and the Clam’s Pearl, as well as the yacht The Dionysia. He looked at his lawyer. “Are you sure about all this? Just like that? I didn’t even have to see a judge?” “Trust me, Lane, you don’t have to keep asking. I wouldn’t tell you it is official if it isn’t official.” “How’d you do it?” Ted
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Carlos couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Burn it down?" "Yeah." "Are you crazy?" Lane shrugged. "Depends on who you ask?" "We can't burn this house down. This is Ramona's home." "I know," Lane said patiently. "But it's the best way to ensure it doesn't spread. Remember what I was telling you back at the lighthouse?" “I don’t think bringing you along was such a good idea after all,” Carlos said before he could stop himself. Lane’s eyes widened as if h
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Lane Hardy carefully brushed the dirt and cobwebs off Aunt Vanessa's old rocking chair and sat down with a steaming mug of hot cocoa in his hand. He looked at the slate grey sky, where storm clouds had gathered, and found himself thinking of those rainy days when he would sit with Charlie and drink hot cocoa. What would he think if he saw me here? What would he think if he knew I own a lighthouse now, that I'm rich? Or at least I will be. With an aching pain, Lane missed Charlie, just like
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Moira stood up from the table and stretched. Her throat was starting to hurt from all the endless talking. Her eyes burned with exhaustion and her head throbbed from where she had hit it while running through the woods. Enzo sat at the table just as patient as ever, as if it was just another day at the department, but she could tell from the way Carlos kept glancing at his father he was ready to get back to the crime scene. Moira sat back down. It was up to her to finish the rest of the
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Back at Ramona’s house later that night. "...Mom's making her roasted chicken you like so well." She was dressed in a pretty red dress and wore a white pearl necklace. Lipstick and eyeshadow colored her face. Makeup turned Ramona from beautiful to stunning but it also turned her into someone Moira didn't recognize. Moira didn't have the energy to hide her reluctance like she usually did. Setting her purse on top of the dresser, she sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the bed. "R
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She drained the last of her coffee. Enzo asked her if she would another cup. Moira politely declined. “No offense,” she said, “but the coffee here sucks. I don’t know how you guys drink this crap.” Carlos laughed, a surprise given how his day was going. “You can blame that on Melvin, the dispatcher. No matter how many times we tell him the ratio of coffee grounds to cups he never seems to get it. But you know, we drink it so we don’t hurt his feelings. So you saw the dead roadkill on the si
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Moira felt something wet touch her hand. It was a tear. She was crying and didn’t even realize it. Her mind was too stuck in the past, remembering what happened. Carlos pushed a box of Kleenex across the table. She thanked him, pulled one out, wiped her face. When she looked at the Kleenex again it came back wet with tears and smudged with dirt. She fought the urge to wipe the rest of her face off, get off as much of the dirt as she could. She sniffled and wiped her nose. Enzo got up from
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After a battered and traumatized Moira Compton gives her testimony on what happened to Moira, Lane Hardy teams up with the police department to track down the creature that took her.
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"So one more time, would you take it from the top, tell us what happened?" Sheriff Enzo asked. "I already told you what happened," she said, her voice low but strained. “And you said you went out to the house so I know you saw the state of it”. She was trying to remain calm but couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. She wanted to tell them to hurry up. You're wasting time asking me pointless questions when you could be out there looking for her. But what good would shouting do? Instead she ke
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There are more parts. I have the 4th part done and just started the 5th one today. I will start posting part 4 some time next week or the week after.
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The Treasure Trove again. With the press conference going on outside, the diner was mostly empty except for the staff. Lane still had a good view of the townspeople gathered on the lawn of the courthouse. It looks more like a witch hunt to me, Lane thought. “Still in town I see,” Annabelle said when she saw Lane. “How are you liking this lovely little paradise so far?” “It makes more and more of an impression every day,” said Lane, looking through the window. “Hey, Carlos, how’s it g
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For as long as Carlos could remember, his father had lived in the house on Maggerly Hill. To get there you had to take Donovan Road to the western parts of the island, turning right on Maggerly Road. The road rose slightly before careening off. If it wasn’t for the big PRIVATE PROPERTY sign Carlos suspected no one would have known the house was there. Enzo had always been a man who valued his privacy and prying eyes were the last thing he wanted. Now Carlos found himself driving up Maggerly Road
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While Deputy Carlos Santino had not been sleeping well for the past few nights, Lane slept like the dead. Ted had graciously shown him around the cottage, taking him up the stairs to the second bedroom. Lane was able to put a load of laundry in the washer - he'd long since run out of clean clothes - and take a shower. He'd forgotten what it was like to be able to do these normal things. He wanted to give Ted a tearful hug; fortunately his pride and a healthy dose of trust issues kept him
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