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Here is a site about inspirational thoughts, poems, qoutes. The author lives in Ogun, Nigeria and comes to us with some wise words. I’ve read through her blog and like it a lot. It is well worth your visiting, reading, and commenting on.
World War II sniper veteran, Ted Gundy, was a sniper during the Battle of the Bulge. Ted hadn’t seen his Army issued Springfield 1903A4 since 1944, but he’s in for a surprise and then he’ll try a shot he’s never fathomed…1,000 yards with a modern sniper rifle, AMU’s custom Remington 700
Another interesting site! I really suggest your going there and checking this one out.Good writing. Good story telling. Good blog. http://shivrana.wordpress.com/about/
Delmer Smith III was born July 19, 1971 in Detroit, Michigan to a couple who are now both deceased. He is one of several children from this union. He is light skinned, light enough to pass for being white. He is given his father’s name and the family happily pronounces him to be Delmer the 3rd. His name, and that of his father, is a variant of Delmar (also used within the family) and comes from Spanish and “Old” French. It means “of the sea.” The choice is, perhaps prophetic in an eerie way.
The sea is a mercurial place. It can be calm, inviting, sublime, and soft at one point and then, in the next, with little if any warning, treacherous, evil, violent, destructive, a merciless killer. And, so it was to be with Delmer the 3rd. As it is for the sea, he also will be a mystery to those he meets in life as told to me by his onetime girlfriend, “He was the man who didn’t exist.”
She went on to say to me, “I recall one day we were fishing and he was standing off behind me and I looked up at him. He didn’t know I was watching him. What I saw was a man stripped for a moment of what or who he was. He was so soft standing there, a little boy. So strange. He was so at peace. And yet, there is this other Delmer that I did not know or even suspect might exist.”
This is a man who is an enigma to many—perhaps even to himself. He will leave in his wake terror as well as love.
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The book, Predator, The Man Who Didn’t Exist is a complex work. Currently at 290 pages and about half way through it. The book is about a serial killer/rapist who began his criminal career at age 14 and in March of 2013 he received a death sentence for the murder of a doctor’s wife in Bradenton, FL.
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EXCERPT FROM Predator, The Man Who Didn’t Exist
CHAPTER ONE: Murder
She lay face down.
At least, that is how they found the body—face down.
They, being the hastily established Manatee County team of sheriff’s deputies, forensic personnel, fire department paramedics, and the county coroner’s office staff. It was their job to descend on the horrifying scene at a residence in a quiet neighborhood in response to her husband’s frantic 911 call.
Manatee County 911, what is the nature of your emergency
Caller:…I just got home, my wife is on the floor!
911:…Are you with her now?
Caller: Yeah…I think she’s already dead.
911: Is she awake?
Caller: No, I think she’s dead.
911: What makes you think she’s dead?
Caller: She’s not breathing. She’s laying here and she’s cold and blue.
They would come like a small, sudden swarm of cautious, curious, searching ants. Their rapidly advancing presence along four-lane US 19 was heralded by the growing sound of wailing sirens coming north out of the cities of Bradenton and Palmetto.
911: She’s cold?
Caller: Oh, yes. …
911: Do you believe she’s beyond any help?
Caller: She’s not breathing. She’s not breathing.
911: Do you think she’s beyond help?
Caller: I can’t, I can’t…her mouth is bound…gagged. Oh, God.
911: I am sending paramedics to help you….
The disjointed string of vehicles slowed as it crossed the bridge passing over the murky greenish brown Terra Ceia Bay. The conversation continued between the caller and the 911 operator for several minutes with the 911 operator finally transferring the call to the sheriff’s department.
911: Okay, stay on the line. I am going to let you speak to the sheriff’s department.
Sheriff’s department: This is Carey on a recorded line.
911: I am transferring a call to you….
The 911 operator quickly passed information to the sheriff’s deputy concerning the nature of the call and the caller’s identification. The deputy immediately dispatched personnel who raced to the location where the caller was at while continuing the conversation calmly on the phone.
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Jodie Llewellyn is a young (age 27) writer who lives in Australia where she….well, instead of my telling you about her, why don’t you go look at her “About” page and see a photo of the writer.
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