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Win a free
Murder Mystery Party Game
from Mysteries by Vincent!
Here's all you have to do:
1. Solve the mini-mystery below by filling in the blank.
2. Email us with your answer, as well as your name, address and phone number. If you are a winner, your free mystery party game will be shipped directly to the address you have given us. (Remember, your personal information will not be sold or passed on to any other businesses.) Also, be sure to tell us which of our 8 or 10 person mystery party games you would like to win, should your name be drawn. (Please remember, if you do not tell us which mystery party game you would like to win, your entry will not count.)
3. Provided you have solved the mystery correctly, your name will be entered into our drawing for a free murder mystery party game. Four winning entries will be drawn -- one at the end of June, July, and August. The winners will be contacted via email and have their name posted on our website. Check out our Winner's Circle!
Now . . . Here's our mini mystery . . .
Good Luck and Happy Sleuthing!
The night was dark and stormy,
The tide swelled nine feet high,
The man was dark and smarmy,
And tonight was his night to die.
His life had already been written,
another controlled his fate,
The truth from him was hidden,
His attempts to repent were too late.
Yes, the time for him to go had come,
To make the story better,
The heroine had finally won,
He'd received the fateful letter.
For hours and hours she'd been a fool,
Their story a real page-turner,
Now she'd set the stage at her pool,
Never again would he hurt her.
A contraption like none ever seen,
Had been set up in advance,
The evidence would all be wiped clean,
Including a remote-controlled lance.
He arrived as he'd been asked,
Unaware that his time had come,
The die was now cast,
The killing device was sprung.
Next would come the detective,
An amateur sleuth, no doubt,
Who would prove to be effective,
And solve the crime without clout.
But that would come the next day,
When the sun came up,
For now the manuscript was put away,
The last drops drained from the coffee cup.
Yes, the story was coming along well,
With the first five chapters done,
There was so much more to tell,
Each turn of phrase proved fun.
Yes, the man had only died in fiction,
at the pen of the mystery _________,
who had used perfect diction,
as she murdered off the blighter.
(copyright 2003, Cindy Vincent)
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