Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection by Tamikio L. Reardon (best ebook reader for ubuntu .TXT) 📕

you looking at me like that?" "Sorry didn't mean to be rude....are you feeling ok? You don't look so good right now." "I m ok I have sickle cell and sometime I don’t feel well, but I will be ok." I looked down at the floor and nodded. Suddenly I felt sorry for Timmy he was such a nice friend. I really hated to leave him, but it was getting late. "Timmy I have to go home now I promised my mom I would be home by 6." Timmy looked at me now with what I saw to be blood shot eyes. He looked so healthy and fine when we first started to play in the tree house earlier. I stood up grabbed my backpack and started to walk out of the door. I looked back at Timmy and gasped! He looked really sick his whole face started to change into something torturous! "Ummm I'll be back tomorrow Timmy

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don’t be upset." He looked down at his toys and nodded his head again. As I climbed down from the ladder of the tree house I got one last look at Timmy he never did look up at me again.

 

Today was Friday and I was glad for the weekend. I was ready to get back to Timmy's tree house and play with him today mom let me stay out later today I had to be home by 8. Timmy would be so happy! As I approached the Timmy's house I could see him standing at the gate waiting for me. I pulled my backpack off my back so I could run faster to the gate. Timmy had a big smile on his face looking so vibrate and fresh today. Maybe he felt better from yesterday I could tell he was sick from the sickle cell disease he has. "Come on!" I followed him to the tree house again and we both scrambled up the ladder. As I entered the tree house I could see Timmy ha some new toys and action figures to play with today. Wow this was going to be an even awesome evening and plus I could stay two extra hours later today. It was now 7:30 almost time for me to leave. Timmy was into paying with his action figures and talked rapidly none stop the whole time we played. I never looked up at Timmy one time I loved playing with the games on his tablet. It was time for me to start packing up and I noticed that Timmy stopped talking thirty minutes ago. I finally looked up again at him and I was stunned just the same as yesterday.....Timmy was beginning to get sick again with the same blood shot eyes. This has made twice Timmy has begin to get sick it was yesterday to around 6. I hated leaving and this was going to be more difficult the more I played with him. "Well Timmy it’s almost 8.....you know the rules I got to go home." He looked at me with that sick pale face I hope he would go inside and take his medication to make him better soon. "Tomorrow is Saturday I can come over early and we will have much more time tomorrow to play ok?" Timmy never looked up at me and said word as I left the tree house.

 

No school today and I was eagared to get to Timmy's tree house early. I got up got dressed and had breakfast with my mom. She was so happy I had finally made a friend to play with. Today was much warmer outside I didn’t really need a jacket. I walked down to Timmy's house excited and ready to play all day long. I stepped to the front of Timmy's gate and I didn't see him anywhere. It was Saturday he may not be up yet it was normally after 3 when he is up in the tree house Timmy never invites another person to play or neither dose any of the other neighborhood kids come over to play with him. I stood by the gate waiting for Timmy to come running from the tree house. It was after a minute or so and I realize he was not out here yet. I decided to go up to the front door and ask his parents if he could come out and play today. I stepped up to the front door and knocked on the screen. There was a woman peeking out of the old rusty curtains. It was amazing how Timmy had such awesome tree house and the house he lived in was such a dirty rackety mess. The woman slowly opened the door. She looked rough haggard like she has been drinking or depressed. "Hello....is Timmy home?" The woman's eyes got wide and big with fright she opened the door wider with a panic. "What?" I begin to step back. "Is Timmy home? Can he come out and play today?" The woman looked even more

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frantic. "In God's name what are you talking about?" She screamed and yelled through the screen door. I stepped closer to the end of the porch what was wrong with this lady? "Are you Timmy's mother?" "Yes I am Timmy's mother!" "Well can he come outside and play today? I’ ve been playing with him all week I promised I would come back and play with him today can he come out or not?" The woman held her head with a painful look on her face. "Timmy died a year ago from today at 6pm .....We found him dead in his tree house he died from sickle cell."

1/29/2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Writers Block: Out of Mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Writers Block

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L. Reardon

 

It was pretty warm and cozy inside the townhouse cabin up at the lakes. Sitting in my office in front of my fireplace with a hot blazing fire going, I still could not come up with a topic to save my life. I was due for another new book as being one of the bestselling authors I still had trouble coming up with a topic for each new book I had to begin. Staring at my laptop sitting at my office desk all I could see was a blank paper computer screen. The glass of brandy cool, chilling and delightful had not been touched in nearly an hour. With my son being away for college and my husband being dead over a year and a half, I still enjoy the comfort of being alone at times in my townhouse. What keeps me occupied most of the times is the soft footsteps pacing redwood hard floor in the hall way. I could feel the restlessness, tension and the impatience of the soft footsteps pacing the hall, I then knew at some point I had to hurry and find a topic for my new book or call it a night. My son had not called all day but I still knew he was doing well away in college. This was going to a very long night.

 

A distant pounding in the hall is what had awaken me, startled I knocked over my glass of brandy that sat to the right side of my laptop, both now empty my computer screen and glass of brandy. With sigh I stood up to close my laptop and clean up the mess of the contents that lies on my desk. Closing my robe I quietly made my way to every room in the townhouse checking things out before I went to bed. The soft footsteps in the hall had stop pacing I knew what that meant for me now. The townhouse was cold and chilly causing me to pull my robe much closer to my smooth sleek body. I always love to sleep with my bedroom closed even though I am the only human being vacating in my home. Sitting down slowly on my bed I turned to look towards the closed bedroom door and suddenly heard the soft footsteps coming towards it. I proceeded to get comfortable on the bed dropping my silk red robe and slippers into the floor. Suddenly the room became warm as the soft footsteps entered the room I smiled and lay my head on my pillow.

 

“Sorry I took so long as usual I have writers block”. “I hope you are not upset you know things still take time” I could feel the soft footstep come to a stop on the left side of my bed. Feeling the pressing of my bed sinking on left side I could tell things were not acceptable, but later they begin to cool down as the lamp on the left side of my bed went off. I rolled over to cut the lamp off on my side of the bed as well, closed my eyes to rest them when I felt the warmth embrace me from behind. I now could tell that everything was going to be alright. I whispered to the darkness and the warm that embrace me. “I still

 

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have writers block with no knowledge of what I will write about for my next new book” the warm embrace me harder caressing with a soft a gentle kiss from the neck, down to the shoulders to the lower part of my back. I closed my eyes to rest as I fell asleep and slept the night away. The next morning I awake to a fresh and bright sunny day. As I stepped into the kitchen I warmed a nice pot of coffee with sugar and vanilla cream. Suddenly I had this flaming energy to come up with a topic for my new book. Entering my office I sat in my chair and proceeded to open my laptop to start my new book. As I clicked on my files to open my book layout I have saved I noticed there was a title listed in my files for my new book. How can this be? I never did come up with a title or topic at all last night. I put on my glasses to read the title that was imprinted on my files. The title read “Writer’s Block”.

1/7/2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Bloodline Cult: Suicidal Blood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bloodline Cult

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L. Readon

Up in the hills of Capers Valley, in a small cemetery occupied by six graves, the contents of the cemetery was very small and did not represent an actual town’s cemetery. This cemetery was specially created for the dead and not every soul was free to rest here. Thomas Acker was the head cemetery owner and made sure everything was kept in order. He lived in the house at the end of a dead end street called Mansingfield. He came up here daily sometime three to four times a week to check on things up here in the cemetery. Sometimes kids like to come here to the cemetery, fool around and pull dirty pranks. One day the cemetery was going to claim them if they kept making fun of the dead. The cemetery was only of six graves, but they were special graves…..not every one of the dead could be buried here.

Sitting in my room listening to my favorite jam on my headphones, I enjoyed relaxing my legs on my computer desk. I was done with my homework so I really needed a rewarding break. Mom and dad were gone out for the night and I was at home on a Friday night without a date. I kind of enjoyed being alone tonight as I got several calls from my girl friends to come for a sleep over at Sarah’s, but I felt I really need some alone time tonight.