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NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter VIII:  "The Devil's Price"REVISED EDITION Written by Diane N. Tran Forty-five years ago. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless night of the coldest winter, on the Vigil of the Nativity, on the eve of Christmas, when the clouds hung oppressively low and heavy in the Heavens, the ethereal shadow of St. Dymphna's Psychiatric Hospital stood isolated and alone on a stark, stern landscape under a pall of desolate white, spattered alongside a few rank sedges and trunks of decayed trees. Yet despite the insufferable gloom and the deathly stillness of the snow and ice outside, there was no stil

DIE HARD: MIND GAMESWritten by Liz Hartley and Diane N. Tran God, her feet were killing her. Balancing herself precariously on her heeled pumps, the new director of corporate affairs appointed at Nakatomi Plaza, Holly Gennaro, inhaled at length to gather herself. She may have been worried but far from cowed. She had to present herself with all the appearance of quiet confidence and gentle authority for the sake of the others. Her head was held high, her back straight, and her hand was pressed reassuringly upon the shoulder of an elderly gentleman. But for the life of her, she could not recall his name, only that he had been a guest of her em

THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE CASE OF THE OUTWITTED DETECTIVEChapter VI:  "Passed Pawn"REVISED EDITION Dramatised by Diane N. Tran "Do not turn around, gentlemen!  I have a revolver pointed at you both!" And there I stood, with my hands hovered above my head, unable to draw a breath, at a complete loss as to what to do, and I was forced to stare at the arrow-pierced portrait of St. Sebastian upon the gaudy wall. However, it was Basil who spoke first:  "I know that voice.  It's Deason, the valet." "Very good, Mr. Basil.  Deduce that all on your own?" "Well, Deason," said I, a little huffed, "you need not brandish your weapon at us.  Your

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY: HELLO, IS IT ME YOU'RE LOOKING FOR?Written by Diane N. Tran Peter Jason Quill, better known as the Legendary Star-Lord, if mostly to himself, laced and looped his velvet bow-tie in the glassy reflection of the window with one hand, as he tapped a few key buttons to check the autopilot was functioning properly, careful not to wake the AI, with the other. His small but speedy little M-ship, Bad Boy — he didn't name it, but he might as well have called it that anyway — was to rendezvous with the homeship of the Guardians of the Galaxy, but it would be several hours until then. Right now, it's all about him

MERRY MEN OF SHERWOOD:ROBERT "ROBIN" OF LOCKSLEY (ROBIN HOOD or ROBIN "OF THE HOOD" or ROBIN "THE HOODED"), YEOMAN OF LOCKSLEY  — FOX:Saxon yeoman (freeman). Cousin to William of Crigglestone (Will Scarlett) and Sibyl of Crigglestone (Prioress of Kirklees). Primarily raised by his single mother (Cwenburgh of Locksley) and her laundress (Ymma), he joined his cousin, William of Crigglestone, in the Third Crusade as a youth, participated in the Siege of Acre, was imprisoned in Jerusalem (for insubordination), and escaped with Azeem the Moor. On returning to England, he found his family estate stolen by Guy of Gisbourne and, due to his cri