ShortWriter

A Twitter novel, delivered 140 characters at a time. No Great Expectations. No schedule, plan, or rewrites. We'll see what happens.

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Ben's robust "Down here." was all it took to break the silence that had overtaken them. The patter of feet rattled walls and windowpanes.

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A doctor couldn't say anything that wasn't already clear. The knife protruding form the corpse's back said he was dead and not accidentally.

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"Perhaps we should call the Doctor." suggested Arthur, though a choke in his voice lent it a questioning aura. Regina and Ben saw no point.

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Arthur Halls and Ben Rutherford, who stood by her side, both denied having any idea. Regina saw dishonesty in their faces but said nothing.

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Regina Spokum was the first to speak. It was she, after all, who had made the discovery. "Who is he?" she asked her two companions. Silence.

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But not before the body was.

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Room by room, 3 people (1 woman, 2 men) searched the decrepit place. Three others were known to be in the house. One by one they were found.

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The occupants of the manor home on a cliff heard thunder sound in the distance. Somewhere, much closer, a woman screamed. The search began.