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Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection

My Passion for Fiction Writing Mysteries/Suspense

   My name is Tamikio L. Reardon fiction novelist/writer/ self publisher of Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection. I am currently a student at Southern New Hampshire University majoring in Creative Writing/ Arts and English for my 1st bachelor’s degree. My goal after graduation is to become a fictional novelist writing/ self publishing my own eBook novels. If you have a strong interest and passion for reading and writing come and enjoy some of my mysteries/suspense stories on my website at www.tlrfictionnovelist.weebly.com.


    I was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan currently residing in Farmington Hills Michigan.  I am a proud mother of a 4 year old baby boy and I am currently engaged to Dennis Dooley.  I graduated from Henry Ford High School in 1994, continued onto Goodwill Industries Greater Detroit in 1994-1995.  During that time I achieved a certificate in Data Entry and worked my first Data Entry job in 1995.  In 2001 I went to Henry Ford Community College and obtained my associates degree in Computer Applications. Afterwards I decided to take a break from college and just enjoy life. In 2010 I went back to college, I attended Devry University and found out later on in the semester that I was expecting my first child.  On to another break again, I settle down from college and raised my son up until 3 years of age. Now I am back in college majoring in Creative Writing/Art and English for my 1st bachelor’s degree.  I decide to come up with my own website/novels/cookbooks before I finished my major to start writing/ self publishing my eBook novels.  I hope each and every one of my readers who chose to visit my website and read my novels will enjoy some of my short stories and full novels as I am just a beginner starting on my journey as a fictional novelist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tamikio L. Reardon Fiction Novelist Mysteries and Suspense

 

Tamikio L. Reardon Fiction Novelist Mysteries and Suspense

Mysteries and Suspense Fiction Short Stories Collections were written by Tamikio L. Reardon. This supernatural, mysteries and suspense collection was created for the reading enjoyment of readers who have a passion for reading mystery and suspense novels. A collection of short stories were put together to create different views of imagination and to spice up excitement in each reader’s mind. There will be more short stories collections in Octobers 2015 – January 2016.

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Content:

 

Boys Will Be Boys: Sometimes They Come Back…..page 1

Kelly Jane: Best Friends Forever…..page 9

Marley’s Department Store: Lucy Lovely…..page 20

The House at The End of the Block: Ghost Territory…..page 24

The Ocean, Sand and The Mist: Silent Whisper…..page 29

The Shadow: A Man’s Worst Enemy…..page 31

The Reject Society: Dying To Fit In…..page 34

The Tree House: Come Out and Play with Death…..page 41

Writers Block: Out of Mind …..page 46

The Bloodline Cult: Suicidal Death …..page 49

Double Homicide: A Reflection of Death…..page 60

Dead Gang: Parkway Children’s Asylum…..page 66

 

Prologue:

Fictional World: A World Beyond

 

There is a world beyond human imagination. Our minds can go farther than what we allow it too. Some do not have the gift to insert their minds into another world due to fear and exhaustion. While others are not afraid to step into that realm and let their minds go….wander. Fictional world is a very deep and creative pathway where phantoms exist; clouds of dust are formed and vanish without a trace with nowhere to be found. Allow your mind you go into that extraordinary exists……

 

 

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Boys Will Be Boys….Sometimes They Come Back

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Boys Will Be Boys….

Chapter 1

By Tamikio L. Reardon

 

The day was very long at college and the class was a little bit disruptive. Very few had done their homework assignments so it was easier for me to sit at my desk and grade their papers giving them back to the students the same day. There were very few students in the class as the second semester was just getting started. I have been an English profession for the past nine years and sometimes dread going to work. I thought about going to Sanders to have a cup of coffee but thought different of it the traffic was already enough hassle to make me want to hurry home. Class was over at 4:15 I didn’t make it home until after 5:30 boy was I beat. Fridays seems to always go much slower than the rest of the days of the week but it are my job and I have to make that paycheck. As I approached the driveway I could hear Leigh blasting that awful music from her bedroom upstairs. Great this was all I need for this Friday evening I would let her barrow the car to get her out of the house. Hopefully this will be long Friday evening where I can catch up on some rest.

 

Early that Saturday morning I had to teach Saturday class at the college. Not many students took Saturday class of course it was the weekend. Maybe Leigh would go to college this is her last year in high school as a senior she has already been accepted into two colleges hopefully she will pick one of them. It is hard for her to function around the house since her mom died only a year and a half ago due to having a stroke. Linda often took on way to much in life it sent her into depression and finally she could no longer accept life anymore. It just was not fair to me and Leigh but well that’s life. Pulling up into the college parking lot it was very empty and there were only six of us professors who taught college courses on Saturday mornings. Walking into the class I glanced around and saw there were only seven students in class today and there were a total of ten students who took Saturday class. This was going to be an easy day.

 

The seven students all smiled at me today and I smiled back….ah my favorite group of the week. Well to be precise there were only six students who smiled at me the seventh student I never seen before. The student had a grave look on his face and stared at me as if I were not human. The student looked a bit pale and pasty like he had sickle cell he looked as if he was in the need of food and energy. I smiled slightly at the young boy he continued to start at me with that grave unearthly look. I sat in my chair still looking at the boy and decided to catch the class attention. “Well good morning class glad you could make it today.” “Before we start today’s assignment let’s take the time to welcome the new student?” I

 

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looked towards the boy in regards to his name and introduction to the class. The boy stood up slowly still looking at me with that grave look on his face. I stared at him very uneasy to make direct eye contact the boy looked so…..strange. “Your name please?” “The boy took his time to answer me now looking at me with hatred and hostility. “Timothy”. “The boy said his name as he sat back down into the desk still looking at me. “Well it’s nice to meet you timothy welcome to English 115 Saturday course where are you from?” The boy just continued to start at me without answering I figured it was time for me to finally start teaching class. When class was over Timothy quickly got up from his seat and left the room brutally. I got up out of my seat and rushed to the hallway to try to catch up with him. “Excuse me young man?” “I never got your last name?” “He stopped and turned around slowly making direct eye contact with me. “Timothy Casada.” He turned and vanished into the crowed hallways.

 

Monday morning was a fresh new day and start of the week. Mondays were always my favorite and I was looking forwarded to teaching my class today. Pulling up into reserved parking space I could see the college felt the same way I did today, students were excited in a hurry to get to their classes. I taught at Mary grove University Los Angeles and out of all my nine years of teaching I hardly had a bad day teaching my class. I entered my classroom and sat my briefcase on my desk the class was full today and I noticed other new students with us …..Along with Timothy Casada. “Good morning class and let’s begin by acknowledging our new classmates today.” “The second new classmate has the same grave and distant look at me as Timothy Casada did on his first day of class Saturday morning. What is wrong with these kids this day are all of them on crack? I dismissed the thought and asked the new student to please stand up and introduce himself. He looked over at Timothy and then back at me and slowly stood up still staring at me. Again I felt that uncomfortable and uneasy stare of hatred and hostility as I did from Timothy. “Name please?” This time the boy smirked at me and shook his head in disbelief. “Carlos Casada.” I looked at the boy strange is this some kind of joke? “You have the same last name as Timothy?” The boy looked at me shaking his head up and down. “What a coincidence but well ok welcome to English 115 have a seat please”. Neither of the boys had material to work in class and I didn’t bother to ask either of them anymore questions they were both weird young boys.

 

Coming into the house after the class I could smell something delicious as I closed the living room front door. As I headed around the dining room door there was early dinner sitting on the table. It was 7:30pm and I got home kind of late today. I peaked around the corner into the kitchen and saw Leigh preparing to put the rest of dinner on a on a platter. I smiled and looked at her sideways. “So what do you want?” She looked at me with a burst of laughter and shook her head. “Well…..I do want something now that you asked.” “What is it honey.” “ Well I know I have school tomorrow and it’s a weekday….Felicia is having a little party with some visitors coming from out of town….can I please go

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daddy can I please?!” “Sure Leigh but you must promise me two things, one is that you will finish dinner with me first and two is that you will home by 12 midnight on the spot.” “Yes daddy thank you!” Wow I got a hug this time but since her mother died I try to keep her occupied I don’t want to see her fall into depression like her mom did. During dinner she went on and on about school and Felicia’s party, I love to see my daughter when she is very happy. After dinner I told Leigh I would put the dished away and she could go dressed and be on her way it was already 8pm.

The day was Tuesday and time to head off and teach class. Feeling a bit dread I really didn’t want to have to go into class and deal with the two new weird students. To my surprise the class was full again and head beat me. The class settled down as I walked into the room and sat my briefcase looking up at the class with a smile my smile dropped as I saw…..a third new boy in class. I