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Hayley's avatar

It was a bonny summer’s day. The trees were full of lush green foliage. River decided she would wander from her house to the church at the top of the hill. Half way up she stopped off at Holme farm to collect the milk. “Good morning Sam, money’s in the tin, seeya later!”. When she made it up to the church, there lay a great horror for River. The reverend was laying dead in the graveyard. River screamed and sped all the way back home immediately calling the Police. A murder investigation was called for and Sam was prime suspect.

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Sean Thomas McDonnell's avatar

They found him in the church, face down in the baptismal basin. In his last moments, the preacher, who’d grown up just steps from where he’d taken his first sip of the blood and first nibble of the body, was relieved. *I’ll be home shortly.*

Walking away from the church, a boy, not more than 10, coffers cleared and pocketed, heading away from the festering goodness of boredom, puts the Roman collar around his neck. He sips the pinched cup of grape juice, then, in further defiance, bites the cracker, letting the juice soak into it; it turns to mush.

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