Fred Narracott, the ferryman, went to the island to collect his passengers.

Judge Wargrave became a murderer for real, setting up a game on an island far from land, isolating 9 other people who'd committed murders of their own. But what was the inspiration?

Vera Claythorne finds herself alone on the island surrounded by dead bodies, and all she wants to do is rest. Suddenly, a shadow of her past emerges from the darkness. Could they be the master behind all these murders?

get the pun! cause it's a murder mystery! well this is a super cool essay about And then there were none that i wrote... *WARNING: it makes you think, if you don't like enlightenment, then don't read this!

For years Emily Brent has preached the Lord, but when she set into motion an avalanche of events where she pushed a girl whom she loved, will she be ready to meet the Lord?

It was all so simple at first; Thomas and Ethel Rogers would kill their abusive and nasty employer, and they'd take the inheritance and bank it while keeping up with their work to stop the police from suspecting them. But rumours abounded, and now their sins will be their undoing.

Describe Vera Claythorne and you know she is cool, efficient, and thoughtful, the perfect description of a murderess. Will she crack?

Judge John Lawrence Wargrave always wanted to commit a great murder, and not just ONE murder, but a mass murder.

A long one-shot of the aftermath of the PLAY ENDING of ATTWN. Based the characterizations of Vera and Phillip off of both the script and off of myself and my SO, who played the characters in a production of ATTWN two years ago. Picks up right where the PLAY ENDING leaves off. Spoilers for the PLAY ENDING of ATTWN, and probably the regular ending of the book as well.

"Stick with me." It was a new concept to Vera. Bookverse, playverse, AU.

Vera Claythorne and Philip Lombard have just discovered Dr Armstrong's dead body and face off against one another: who is the killer? This fic contains elements of the 2015 tv series, and the book. Nothing romantic or physical has happened between Vera and Philip prior to where this story picks up.

In the stories Vera Claythorne had once read to her young charge, the heroes always found love in the end. Love was a reward for good people. Vera knows she isn't a good person. But perhaps bad people deserve something too… if not Happily-Ever-After, then at least a consolation prize. (Contains Spoilers for "And Then There Were None.")

This is an AU alternative ending to And Then There Were None.

...So she had misjudged. Lombard was not U.N Owen, and not only was U.N. Owen (the insane creator of this sadistic game) still very much alive, but he was the only one in this house with her. Or, what would happen if Vera Claythorne had not hanged herself?

A parody of the poem 'Ten Little Indians.'

There's more to the story than a man in a closet. After Lombard and Blore die Vera suspects she's alone. Not quite. Shocking truth is revealed as more drama and hidden passages are found. There are more secrets to Indian Island than there were thought to be. No one knew it. No one would have suspected it. You thought you knew who the murderer was? You were wrong.

When I was in grade twelve, I was required to write a story in the style of Agatha Christie. I haven't touched it in two years, so please do not judge me too harshly. I simply wanted to share a story I wrote in the style of the fabulous Agatha Christie, with fellow Christie fans. These are all my original characters and my original setting.

A short poem I wrote from Vera's POV at the end of the the book.

They had survived the horrific events back on Indian Island. They had survived the guilt. And now, with all that behind them, they could finally look forward at a better future together. *Married one-shot of Vera and Philip.*

Not a love story! Finished- one chapter! Remember how Vera shot a bullet at Philip Lombard? Well, that's where this story starts. My title is very literal. This is an alternate ending.

My own version of 'Ten little indians'. Disclaimer inside, so no sueing me...please? Comment if you like, and NO FLAMES. Enjoy Rated T for death.

Vera Claythorne's thoughts after she and Philip realize that they are the last two standing and beyond up to her death. Just a short one shot. My first And Then There Were None fic!

Phillip Lombard has been shot with his own revolver. Vera leaves, thinking him dead. Alive and well, Lombard makes his way back into the mansion. His target; U.N. Owen. -Alternate Ending. Lombard/Claythorne hints. Lombard POV-

Ten teenagers are enticed to a lodge under false pretenses, not knowing the retribution that awaits them within...

This is a parody of the Ten Little Indians poem in the beginning of the book! Hope you like it! Also, a tribute to my friend, Tyler.