Murder mystery

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Just thought I'd start a murder mystery to pass the time for some of the VJ's.

Your not allowed to write more than 10 sentences at a time.

The mystery is set in the State of New York in the 1970's.

Here goes, I will start.

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set .....

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out

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to fine what had happend 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert.

Edited June 26, 2008 by brnidokiegurl

[Trumplestiltskin 5,791]

Who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident.

[brnidokiegurl 1]

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to fine what had happend 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, Who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident

Edited June 26, 2008 by brnidokiegurl

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It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to fine what had happend 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, Who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident

The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Robert's

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It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to fine what had happend 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, Who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident.

The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Robert's

extendable gardening claw, with matching mini-claw for the smaller gardener.

Edited June 26, 2008 by SteveLaura

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And a set of six-toed footprints leading away from the scene.

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Richard stroked his greying goatee, staring off into the distance. He thought back to the old days, those summer holidays in the English Cotswolds with Major Fotherington (retired) and his witty stories of massacring the Boers. He pictured the old major now - his adjustable hunchback; his handlebar moustache - complete with bell and water bottle holder; his gait... Yes, there was something about the way he walked. His boots were custom-made by an old blind lady in Threadneedle St. What is the connection, Richard pondered, chewing on a #4 putter...

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"Gee Whizz" said Michelle. "I know its a tragedy and all - but we're so lucky that we have this unresolved family mystery to look into. It makes a change from our usual weekend pastime of lounging about on our plastic-covered couch watching gameshow re-runs while stuffing ourselves with Twinkies. Last week I was so bored I nearly p*ssed myself"

Edited June 26, 2008 by Number 6

[brnidokiegurl 1]

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to fine what had happend 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, Who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Roberts extendable gardening claw, with matching mini-claw for the smaller gardener's And a set of six-toed footprints leading away from the scene. Whata could have made these prints was a real mystery to the police.

(sorry was trying to get it all copy and paste so everyone dont have to read and read)

Edited June 26, 2008 by brnidokiegurl

[SteveLaura 0]

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to find what had happened 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident.

The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Robert's extendable gardening claw, with matching mini-claw for the smaller gardener and a set of six-toed footprints leading away from the scene. What could have made these prints was a real mystery to the police.

Richard stroked his greying goatee, staring off into the distance. He thought back to the old days, those summer holidays in the English Cotswolds with Major Fotherington (retired) and his witty stories of massacring the Boers. He pictured the old major now - his adjustable hunchback; his handlebar moustache - complete with bell and water bottle holder; his gait... Yes, there was something about the way he walked. His boots were custom-made by an old blind lady in Threadneedle St. What is the connection, Richard pondered, chewing on a #4 putter...

“Gee Whizz” said Michelle. “We’re so lucky that we have this unresolved family mystery to look into – it makes a change from our usual weekend pastime of lounging about on our plastic-covered couch watching gameshow re-runs while stuffing ourselves with Twinkies. Last week I was so bored I nearly p*ssed myself”

"You did," her brother replied. "Thank goodness for Shout," he muttered under his breath.

[Trumplestiltskin 5,791]

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to find what had happened 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident.

The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Robert's extendable gardening claw, with matching mini-claw for the smaller gardener and a set of six-toed footprints leading away from the scene. What could have made these prints was a real mystery to the police.

Richard stroked his greying goatee, staring off into the distance. He thought back to the old days, those summer holidays in the English Cotswolds with Major Fotherington (retired) and his witty stories of massacring the Boers. He pictured the old major now - his adjustable hunchback; his handlebar moustache - complete with bell and water bottle holder; his gait... Yes, there was something about the way he walked. His boots were custom-made by an old blind lady in Threadneedle St. What is the connection, Richard pondered, chewing on a #4 putter...

“Gee Whizz” said Michelle. “We’re so lucky that we have this unresolved family mystery to look into – it makes a change from our usual weekend pastime of lounging about on our plastic-covered couch watching gameshow re-runs while stuffing ourselves with Twinkies. Last week I was so bored I nearly p*ssed myself”

"You did," her brother replied. "Thank goodness for Shout," he muttered under his breath.

"You said you'd never mention that again" Michelle snapped. "That's the last time I tell you anything". Eyes fixed dead ahead - the couple completed their car journey in sullen silence.

Edited June 26, 2008 by Number 6

[SteveLaura 0]

It was a dark thunderous night. Richard and Michelle set out to find what had happened 2 years earlier to his missing twin brother Robert, who was killed in an unfortunate gardening accident.

The only thing the police was able to find at the site of crime was Robert's extendable gardening claw, with matching mini-claw for the smaller gardener and a set of six-toed footprints leading away from the scene. What could have made these prints was a real mystery to the police.

Richard stroked his greying goatee, staring off into the distance. He thought back to the old days, those summer holidays in the English Cotswolds with Major Fotherington (retired) and his witty stories of massacring the Boers. He pictured the old major now - his adjustable hunchback; his handlebar moustache - complete with bell and water bottle holder; his gait... Yes, there was something about the way he walked. His boots were custom-made by an old blind lady in Threadneedle St. What is the connection, Richard pondered, chewing on a #4 putter...

“Gee Whizz” said Michelle. “We’re so lucky that we have this unresolved family mystery to look into – it makes a change from our usual weekend pastime of lounging about on our plastic-covered couch watching gameshow re-runs while stuffing ourselves with Twinkies. Last week I was so bored I nearly p*ssed myself”

"You did," her brother replied. "Thank goodness for Shout," he muttered under his breath.

"You said you'd never mention that again" Michelle snapped. "That's the last time I tell you anything". Eyes fixed dead ahead - the couple completed their car journey in sullen silence.

Night turned into morning, morning turned into noon and Richard turned into a deserted gas station.

Edited June 26, 2008 by SteveLaura

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"What'll it be?" croaked the attendant. A hunched, toothless creature of indeterminate sex whose face looked not unlike the product of an unhappy marriage between a raisin and a walnut.

Edited June 26, 2008 by Number 6