Chasing Amadeus- Four

Isla, November 19th, 2017 Her vision had become clouded with strange figures. They all seemed somewhat human, but wore tall wigs crafted of ice and snow that made them appear grotesque and somewhat outer-worldly. One in particular, though, seemed fairly familiar; looking at her intently, shaking his curly, white hair, willing Isla to recognize him. Yet, she could not think of a name before the figures dissolved, leaving behind…
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Chasing Amadeus – Three

Isla, November 19th, 2017 My dearest Isla, your birthday has now come and gone, yet the gifts continue on. ’Tis the most special of them all, solving it will be a ball.   It might take wit and courage too, but both of it ‘s combined in you. So, solve the riddles one by one, starting now, it won’t take long:   First off, about the serenade, which you…
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Chasing Amadeus – Two

Isla, November 19th, 2017 The night had long fallen over London in a darkness that resembled a black velvet blanket, both in texture and feeling, as the clock finally chimed to introduce a new day.  Right then, the dark seemed all-encompassing, its rule only broken by the few lighten windows, seemingly looking through the night like one-eyed creatures and the everlasting strings of fairy lights that had found their…
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Chasing Amadeus – One

Finn, December 24th, 1997 For a second the comfortable silence of Christmas Eve was broken by the striking of the clock. It was 10 PM and for the first time this entire evening a yawn sneaked its way onto Finn’s face. His little sister hadn’t lasted as long and had fallen asleep between her new Barbie dolls and stuffed animals a while ago. Finn, however, had trained an entire…
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Chasing Amadeus – Preview

CHASING AMADEUS A paperchase through Salzburg, Austria. A winter story. “The scent of lavender bit her nose, irritating more than it calmed her. Still, she fought to keep her breath steady, guiding big gulps of the flowery scented air into her lungs, convincing herself that this situation was not at all out of the ordinary. She was not hyperventilating in her seat; she was not digging her fingernails into…
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