Chapter 8 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter Eight What a crappy day... I had to put Rose Carmichaels’ old cat, Lulu to sleep this morning.  Being a vet can be both rewarding and very sad.  I knew Lulu had to be put out of her pain.  She was 21 human years, which is a really good innings for a cat - … Continue reading Chapter 8 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter 5 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter Five Something had changed in the way the day was - the streets didn't buzz with the delighted shrieks of kids playing or the intermittent crack of dogs barking - not even the birds were convincing.  Leanne noticed.  She could feel creepiness in the air.  It vibrated with a quiet uneasiness.  She didn't like … Continue reading Chapter 5 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter 4 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter Four The town was going crazy, fear creating irrational behaviour. Two young women had been found brutally murdered with their throats slit, in only two days.  There were also two missing persons' bulletins out for a Jaqui Lomax and Katherine August.  Both of them were young, vibrant women on the brink of the rest … Continue reading Chapter 4 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter 3 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter Three The bright morning crowed loudly at me through the window.  My room, still in total disarray, harbored a very frightened being.  Last night Leanne and I had gone down to the Nags Head in search of a light meal.  It was a quaint unassuming English style pub that put up some good food … Continue reading Chapter 3 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter 2 of The 3 Little Piggies

Chapter Two The house on Ravenstone Drive looked empty.  It was an old house - one would think it was a double story abode but looks can be deceiving.  Half wood and half brick, it presented itself as many other older, uncared for homes on Ravenstone Drive.  But it had a secret place beneath its … Continue reading Chapter 2 of The 3 Little Piggies

The 3 Little Piggies: Chapter One

Chapter One The crisp night air crawled through her stiffened fingers.  Her eyes bore an almost laughable look of non compos mentis - so totally irrelevant to the insignia of violence carved into her pupils and brain. The eyelashes had delicately frosted themselves to her lids.  Cold had chiselled its way quietly into her body, … Continue reading The 3 Little Piggies: Chapter One

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