19-02-97
I have now the time. Good. It was such a strange thing, quite so. He and I had been the best of friends. Quite a gentleman, by the name of Darwin H. Newcastle. That name...means no value to me anymore. He must surely be burning away in the depths of Hell. Do you hear me- Darwin? Can you see how your crimes have hacked away at one poor man's soul? Continuing now, we had been such young men, searching for our purpose. We had been detectives of sort, almost like that new Sherlock Holmes character. Solving mysteries and exposing the wrongdoings of other men. It was thrilling to such high an extent, and yet we were incredibly naïve. I was incredibly naïve. We had gotten news of those horrible murders in London, and I had thought 'Good God, how can someone be brought to such madness?'. And yet, not even a couple months later, our own city of Canterbury had been taken captive by a similar string of murders. It was absolutely horrifying. And-oh, now they come. I'll return yet again soon.
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The Streets of Canterbury
Mystery / ThrillerWhen young Dr.Gaule receives a parcel containing the belongings of his late uncle, his story begins to unravel as he discovers what really happened in his estranged uncle's past, all the while writing to his sister. Note: This was my final creative...
