murder
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I was introduced to Shakespeare in class eighth by an abridged version of Romeo and Juliet. I knew RJ was supposed to be a love story but after reading the actual story, I remember being unimpressed, thinking what an utter waste of love and life. What was the point – the two died in the
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My husband and I were an intellectual pair. We were together because we didn’t interfere with the other’s work and we had a handsome companion on our hand for social events people in our position were required to frequent. The only thing I asked of him was fidelity and the only thing he asked of
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I woke up with a severe hangover. I made my way to the bathroom lazily. I glanced at the mirror wondering if I looked as terrible as I felt. I stood staring in horror at the grotesque skull grinning at me. It was one of those clean skulls, the kind you see in museums. As
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I woke up feeling nauseous. As soon as the bile began to climb, I laid back down, breathing in through the nose, breathing out through the mouth. When it didn’t settle, I turned on the side and threw up the yellow, awful tasting liquid. I sat up, head throbbing. Raising my hands in an attempt
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We had all known a day like this was inevitable. We had known of it since we had been in school. You see one never knew with Eleanor. Appearances could be deceiving – one moment she was very calm, the next…not so.
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The silence was in three parts. First was the absence of humans and the noises they inevitably make while shuffling in the house, going about their daily business, knocking into things, knocking over things, announcing their presence at various intervals to ensure the household did not forget. The second was the ambient silence. Where usually
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