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 Literature › The Detective by 201dave(op): 3:49am On Aug 30, 2022 |
� || Fiction || The Gentleman Detective || � "I can't find your wife." His eyes twitched, watching me closely, I made sure to keep my face as still and neutral as I can. "How is that possible? She can't have just disappeared! None of her parents or relatives has seen her." I felt the usual frustration and anger at the thought of where my wife might be, she had been missing for almost two weeks now. "And none of her friends knew where she might be." The private detective I hired watched me with an eagle eye from where he sat opposite me in my office. I resisted the urge to squirm as his black eyes pierced me. Did he know? My heart beat faster at the thought, how can he know? I swallowed, palm already clammy. The detective leaned back on his chair, rubbing his beardless chin with his fingers, still studying me. "Stop it! Okay, I surrender, I know you know." I blurted out, my wife always said I'm bad with lying. The detective's eyes gleamed. "You do? I must admit, I'm impressed." "I didn't mean to do it! I swear it just happened, I didn't mean to lose my temper and beat her, and then she ran away an...." "Stop!" I stopped, breathing hard. Looking at the detective with wide eyes, the detective looked stunned. "I wish I can find her quickly so I can apologies.." I stopped as the detective started laughing, he threw up his head, laughing so hard he nearly fell from his chair. "Hahahahahaha .." I said, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance. As suddenly as he started, he stopped laughing. "I thought you knew about me and what happened." He said, thoughtful as if he was thinking deeply about it. I looked at him in full confusion now, he stood up and I realized just at that moment how tall and strong he was. "what do you mean?" He looked at me almost sadly. "I'm a killer." He said bluntly. "I enjoy it, it's my art. And I always liked the look on the faces of the loved ones when I tell I killed who they were looking for. Yes, that's the look." He nearly moaned the last words as he focused on my face. I looked at him stunned, as it started clicking together. He had approached me himself, that he had heard about my missing wife, he had told me to not involve the police, he had given me proof of genuineness, he had been a perfect gentleman. He had been enjoying my misery. I looked at him again at the cock of a gun. "Let me end your pain." He pointed the gun on my forehead. At least I'll see her again, that was my last thought before I knew no more. Thank you for reading �� leave a comment |
| Crime › The Detective.... � by 201dave(op): 6:39pm On Aug 29, 2022 |
� || Fiction || The Gentleman Detective || � "I can't find your wife." His eyes twitched, watching me closely, I made sure to keep my face as still and neutral as I can. "How is that possible? She can't have just disappeared! None of her parents or relatives has seen her." I felt the usual frustration and anger at the thought of where my wife might be, she had been missing for almost two weeks now. "And none of her friends knew where she might be." The private detective I hired watched me with an eagle eye from where he sat opposite me in my office. I resisted the urge to squirm as his black eyes pierced me. Did he know? My heart beat faster at the thought, how can he know? I swallowed, palm already clammy. The detective leaned back on his chair, rubbing his beardless chin with his fingers, still studying me. "Stop it! Okay, I surrender, I know you know." I blurted out, my wife always said I'm bad with lying. The detective's eyes gleamed. "You do? I must admit, I'm impressed." "I didn't mean to do it! I swear it just happened, I didn't mean to lose my temper and beat her, and then she ran away an...." "Stop!" I stopped, breathing hard. Looking at the detective with wide eyes, the detective looked stunned. "I wish I can find her quickly so I can apologies.." I stopped as the detective started laughing, he threw up his head, laughing so hard he nearly fell from his chair. "Hahahahahaha .." I said, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance. As suddenly as he started, he stopped laughing. "I thought you knew about me and what happened." He said, thoughtful as if he was thinking deeply about it. I looked at him in full confusion now, he stood up and I realized just at that moment how tall and strong he was. "what do you mean?" He looked at me almost sadly. "I'm a killer." He said bluntly. "I enjoy it, it's my art. And I always liked the look on the faces of the loved ones when I tell I killed who they were looking for. Yes, that's the look." He nearly moaned the last words as he focused on my face. I looked at him stunned, as it started clicking together. He had approached me himself, that he had heard about my missing wife, he had told me to not involve the police, he had given me proof of genuineness, he had been a perfect gentleman. He had been enjoying my misery. I looked at him again at the cock of a gun. "Let me end your pain." He pointed the gun on my forehead. At least I'll see her again, that was my last thought before I knew no more. IWriter IWriter Thank you for reading �� .... Don't forget to leave a comment .. |
| Literature › �|| Call It's Name|| Fiction|| Story|| Fantasy|| by 201dave(op): 3:57pm On Aug 29, 2022 |
� || Call it's name|| Fiction||� From the tree where I sat on a branch, I saw and listened. "Come closer and let me tell you about it." An old man stroked the fire, his one good eye bright in the fire's light, the other one milky and sightless. The fire popped and he leaned back on his low sitting stool, satisfied. The little children, the oldest not more than eight years, the youngest crawled around the small fire, shouting with glee as her sister who's four herself ran after him. They all hushed each other, shifting closer, they formed a semi-circle with the old man at the head, and the fire in the middle. They turned eager eyes on him, their dirty face shining. The old man smiled softly, happy to have their attention. "A being of such power it cannot be summoned by mere charms or incantations. It can come as it wished, as a short hideous man with hair blacker than the night, or as a lady so beautiful those who gazed upon her can't find anything worth to judge her beauty." The old man suddenly looked up at the tree where I was sitting on a branch, almost as if he could sense me there or see me. "But!" The old man shouted, bringing his closer to the fire, he grinned wildly. The children screamed and then laughed, teasing each other for being afraid. He pitched his voice low, pointing his fingers in a warning. "But they do summon it, don't they? They called it with the blood of the innocent and spilled blood in betrayal to bring it here. Once summoned, they pay with their soul for things they couldn't wait or work for to come to them." The children looked around wearily, moving closer to each other. The old man continued. "Around its neck, you would find red beads, so red they look like blood." He whispered. "It is where it keeps the souls he had collected." "Baba what is its name?" The oldest child asked. If possible the old man's dark face became darker and the fire made his eyes looked hooded. "We do not call its name." But the old man did look up at the tree again. I read it in his eyes, if I listened well I could almost hear the winds speak it. My name. "Ajitu! Ajitu! Ajitu!" Thank you for reading � .... Don't forget to leave a comment � |
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