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Empty Buckets

Empty Buckets

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 5, 2013
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Fiction
Mystery
Empty Buckets is a detective story set slightly in the future. Summer is an experienced detective who has grown to be void of emotion, empathy, and love. Skye is a new, cheery detective, solving a case for the very first time. In this pre-apocalyptic vision of the world, everything seems to have lost meaning; money in particular. Murderers and thieves often get away with their crimes. But the Newborough detective agency attemps to put this right. Summer and Skye get off to a rocky start; but will they grow to like each other? And more importantly; will the empty buckets case ever be solved?
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The first body was left drained of every single drop of blood. It could have been mistaken for a bloodless crime if it weren't for the crimson streaks on the girls' face. Her terrified expression was frozen as her pierced eyes glared into the nothingness. What looked like her real tears blended in with the crimson streaks on her pale cheeks. It looked random until we learned that it must be the M.O. of the killer seeing as his second victim, my sister held those same markings. It had been an odd sight; she had looked peaceful and unharmed except for the bloody tears that couldn't be washed off no matter how hard they tried. My father, the head sheriff of the Southwood's police station, swore that he would bring my sister the justice she deserved, but things escalated fast. A new body was found nearly every month; Girls would go missing and would later be found with unremovable blood streaks on their faces. The blood was always old, and it belonged to other victims he killed. The stained faces of his victims led most parents to hold closed casket funerals. Only after nearly a year since the murders began did the cops learn that most of the bodies of the bloody faced victims had disappeared. It was a secret that they had yet to reveal to the public in fear of the people of Detroit making a mockery out of them. Surely, they had enough experience in their fields to not be outsmarted by one guy!

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