Stratford Noire, A Crime Novella

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Stratford Noire tells the story of a future without men, where in order to maintain the population, the all-female populace go through mandatory pregnancies. At the same time, a serial killer is on the loose, popping women without remorse. Now its up to police detective Veronica Crest to find the culprit before the whole city of Stratford falls into chaos!

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Keep and eye out for Chapter 1 later this week!

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Day 01
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Day One

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‘Listen to my story, you may find it interesting. I’m just a regular girl, normal, just like any other. It’s the city I live in that’s messed up. My name is Veronica Crest, but you can call me Ronnie. The story I’m about to tell is set in the near future, but, first we have to start with the now.’

‘Twenty-five years ago, life on Earth changed. When war broke out nothing was ever going to be the same again. The sins of our forerunners would be paid for by their children……us.’

‘The war came to be known as The Sexist War – a name I ne

Day 02
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Day Two

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‘I felt enormous. Gigantic. Humongous. You name it, however big, I felt it. I never grew tired of feeling so full of life. But please, don’t have me mistaken for some horny vagrant who’s only interested where the next orgasm will come from. My appreciation for the bump was far more sincere. I loved the thought of glowing with a radiance that was so associated with being pregnant. However, that still didn’t change the fact that I felt huge.’

‘At nine months pregnant, I was at that stage where even the simple things were becoming difficult. Getting out of bed required ca

Day 03
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Day Three

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‘I knew it was too late to save her. What I’d heard down the phone was all I needed to hear; I guess you get used to bad news after a while. I couldn’t get it out of my head.  Tiffany would have been scared, and rightly so when her body verged on exploding. What must she have been thinking? The fact that she had to go though this ghastly demise alone was something that no one should ever have to go through. The way her body was just left there in the cold like some discarded piece of trash waiting to be collected the following morning. Like all Poppers, her stomach looked like a blown