For a Friend (Contest Entry)May was sobbing as Bethany led her into her apartment. “Come on, let’s go upstairs,” Bethany said, gently leading May along. The red heads jean clad legs were trembling as they moved up the stairs of Bethany’s, large loft set up apartment to her bedroom. Taking a seat on her bed, May sobbed into Bethany’s shoulder, “Why? Why is it all gone? What did I do? Bethany what did I do?” Bethany did exactly what she needed and wanted to do, she hugged her best friend tightly. As she did, she thought back to merely an hour ago. She had been walking May back to her apartment after a long day at their Private Eye Offices and were shocked to discover May’s apartment blown out and on fire. May was frantic, trying to get past the firemen and into the building. Her entire life was in that small living space. But Bethany kept her back, holding her friend tight as she watched her world burn. But as she did so, Bethany inquired about how the fire got starteFor a Friend (Contest Entry) by BethanyHunter
The Living PaintingDetective Bethany has faced many strange cases. From poisoning, kidnappings, lunatics to classic murder cases, Bethany has dealt with all of it. Most of these have something in common, murder. Yet this particular case stands out for the very opposite. It's not a murder, yet for Bethany, it's one that she considers very peculiar.The Living Painting by BethanyHunter
It all started in a windy February afternoon. Bethany was busy filling her old cases and revising some follow ups to the conclusion of these cases. She hadn't taken a case in a couple of days, as her antics as Nocturne had occupied the majority of her nights. Nevertheless this was about to change, when suddenly May walked into her office accompanied by an old man.
"Bethany, Mr. Ashford would like to speak with you. He claims to have something that might interest you." May spoke.
Bethany got up from her and extended her arm to offer a handshake. The man accepted the handshaked and Bethany proceeded to motion him to sit in one of the chairs. Before she sat back,
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"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" A gentle voice spoke to May, who was in a deep sleep.
May woke up startled and groggy. She felt as if the morning light was burning her eyes, so she took cover behind her sheets. She tried to identify the source of the voice, who happened to be none other than her housemate, Bethany Hunter.
"What time....is it? What's up?" May muttered.
"9:00 AM and about time you get up. Today we have much work to do and it promises to be exciting." Bethany said.
May quickly got up, the prospect of having a new case seem to dissipate her morning grumpiness. "Really? So what's the case?"
" A most peculiar one. A man died of natural cause, yet his wife claim that there must be foul play. The police are not buying it, so the head of the homicide department, James Clark, asked me to see if I could find a link that proves there is foul play. Detective Clark is a close friend of the couple so even though his hand
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Crawfordsville 8pm…It all started with a phone call
Emma could smell the meatballs completing their cooking cycle. With her heels kicked off, she glided in a spin motion like a dancer in her dark tights back towards the stove. Opening the pot cover, she took a whiff, then consulted Rei’s cooking notes left to her: “When they smell heavenly and full of seasoning, you’re good to go.” “Ok,” Emma turned off the heat and slid her meatballs into the sauce. “Phone’s ringing,” Sarah announced to Emma from atop of the Shadow Stone. Emma liked her fingers of sauce then moved to answer, “Hello?” “Is this Emma Sapphire?” The voice sounded nervous and scared. “Yeah, who is this?” Emma inquired, looking at Sarah with confusion, making Sarah stand up and pay attention. “My name is May Starr and im a friend of…im a friend of Nocturnes.