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Booksales swell that showcase hell; with graveyards in the plot.

The jacket cover promises a steamy tale uncensored;
The stately clock, at midnight stops; and so begins adventure!

A haunted house, a headstone; a wolf howls in the night;
A storm that drones, while all alone; the butler snuffs the light.

He disappears and no one hears the creaking cellar door;
An evil laugh; a silver shaft, of moonlight on the floor.

On a binge of cruel revenge, (the readers hold their breath);
A crooked figure holds the trigger, face as cold as death.

She hears a noise (and to our joy), the helpless lady fair;
In filmy flowing negligee, descends the winding stair;

Two shadows on the wall appear; a flash of light; a gun!
She gasps and grasps, in limp collapse, and down the stairs she comes!

A pool of blood, the houselights flood, the guests look down and tremble;
Shuffled all, just down the hall, and in the den assembled.

Jealousy or greed or lust, but who will solve the kill?
The gumshoe paces and retraces; someones hid the will!

The tale descends to tawdry end; The killer will be caught!
And much depends on clues that lend us secrets to the plot!

Tho well resent the hours we spent to learn the final score;
Given time, to solve a crime, we’ll get in line once more!

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Murder for Sale

Contributed by softerware on Tuesday, 30th May 2017 @ 09:27:16 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Murder sells as we know well; dead bodies and the lot.
Booksales swell that showcase hell; with graveyards in the plot.

The jacket cover promises a steamy tale uncensored;
The stately clock, at midnight stops; and so begins adventure!

A haunted house, a headstone; a wolf howls in the night;
A storm that drones, while all alone; the butler snuffs the light.

He disappears and no one hears the creaking cellar door;
An evil laugh; a silver shaft, of moonlight on the floor.

On a binge of cruel revenge, (the readers hold their breath);
A crooked figure holds the trigger, face as cold as death.

She hears a noise (and to our joy), the helpless lady fair;
In filmy flowing negligee, descends the winding stair;

Two shadows on the wall appear; a flash of light; a gun!
She gasps and grasps, in limp collapse, and down the stairs she comes!

A pool of blood, the houselights flood, the guests look down and tremble;
Shuffled all, just down the hall, and in the den assembled.

Jealousy or greed or lust, but who will solve the kill?
The gumshoe paces and retraces; someones hid the will!

The tale descends to tawdry end; The killer will be caught!
And much depends on clues that lend us secrets to the plot!

Tho well resent the hours we spent to learn the final score;
Given time, to solve a crime, we’ll get in line once more!





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Re: Murder for Sale (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 30th May 2017 @ 09:53:51 PM AEST
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Fun to read, indeed! Thank you.

The mechanic did it!


Re: Murder for Sale (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Wednesday, 31st May 2017 @ 03:27:01 PM AEST
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Very well written and it captures and hold the readers attention. Another enjoyable piece i look forward to reading more.

Reminds me of the game Clue as well as the movie of the same name from the 80s.

Rich


Re: Murder for Sale (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 3rd June 2017 @ 07:27:55 PM AEST
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This reminds me of Hollywood in the 1930/'/s and weirdly so of the UK. prior to the war. And yet again several episodes of The Tree Stooges with old man Goodrich...

Full of mystique and mystery. Spectacular Indeed. I really enjoyed it.


Re: Murder for Sale (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 3rd June 2017 @ 09:32:00 PM AEST
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yes yes
love it
good story.....




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