Creative Writing: A Reflection of Revenge part 1
Under the cover of darkness. An all-embracing blanket of darkness. No stars. No moon. Just me. Just how I liked it.
I stalked down the alleyway, dragging the bag behind me. The sound of a dog barking could be heard in the distance. I liked dogs, much more than people. They were loyal to their masters, guarding their dead corpses with their lives. Cats on the other hand, they were most certainly people in disguise.
People were full of schemes and plans but mostly they were stupid, controlled by impulse rather than rationality. That’s why they could not be trusted. They disgusted me.
I stopped walking as I reached the docks.
The detective examined the case file closely, eyes squinted in concentration. His coffee mug sat beside him half full, the liquid now cold.
“And you’re sure this is everything, all the evidence?” His deputy looked up from his desk to reply.
“Completely…I just wish I was wrong.” They exchanged a melancholy expression but no more words were needed, they both knew he had done it but there was no evidence to prove it. Another murderer was going to escape a hanging.
The sunlight rained from the sky, drowning the crimson poppies of the meadow in light. A soft breeze blew briskly between the branches of the willow trees that ran along the meadows edge. Overhead a sparrow hawk glided with elegance and agility upon the air currents. A young boy sat on a quilted picnic rug, his mother lay next to him, propped up on one elbow. Finely frosted French Fancies assembled elegantly on ceramic plates, next to triangular sandwiches. The boy carefully picked up a sandwich, letting none of the juicy filling fall, and began to take small bites. A smile covered his face. His mother watched him with a smile equally as bright.
A softly speckled blue butterfly hovered above the picnic rug, in front of the boy. His green eyes glistened as they tracked its movement, transfixed in fascination. It began to move away and the boy rose to his feet, hand reaching out to touch it. It fluttered away and the boy tried to chase after it, his little legs dancing through the softly swaying blades of green grass. In an instant the butterfly vanished and the boy froze to the spot. A single tear began to trickle over his cheek. His mother came up behind him and took his hand in hers, squeezing soothingly.
“It’s gone,” he whispered to her.
“It’s probably tired and it’s gone home to sleep, maybe it will come back later,” she replied.
As they walked back through the meadow they saw a cat creeping in the distance. It was almost entirely black except for a single white paw on its hind leg. In its mouth a mouse squirmed and writhed, attempting to break free. As the boy watched from the distance the mouse stopped moving and hung limp. Suddenly a dog barking could be heard and a fluffy Alsatian appeared, causing the cat to flee into the distance, the mouse dropping to the floor. It lay there for a second but then it began to twitch slightly, before scampering away a few moments later. The boy ran over to the dog with a smile on his face and stroked its fur.
I stalked down the alleyway, dragging the bag behind me. The sound of a dog barking could be heard in the distance. I liked dogs, much more than people. They were loyal to their masters, guarding their dead corpses with their lives. Cats on the other hand, they were most certainly people in disguise.
People were full of schemes and plans but mostly they were stupid, controlled by impulse rather than rationality. That’s why they could not be trusted. They disgusted me.
I stopped walking as I reached the docks.
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The detective examined the case file closely, eyes squinted in concentration. His coffee mug sat beside him half full, the liquid now cold.
“And you’re sure this is everything, all the evidence?” His deputy looked up from his desk to reply.
“Completely…I just wish I was wrong.” They exchanged a melancholy expression but no more words were needed, they both knew he had done it but there was no evidence to prove it. Another murderer was going to escape a hanging.
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The sunlight rained from the sky, drowning the crimson poppies of the meadow in light. A soft breeze blew briskly between the branches of the willow trees that ran along the meadows edge. Overhead a sparrow hawk glided with elegance and agility upon the air currents. A young boy sat on a quilted picnic rug, his mother lay next to him, propped up on one elbow. Finely frosted French Fancies assembled elegantly on ceramic plates, next to triangular sandwiches. The boy carefully picked up a sandwich, letting none of the juicy filling fall, and began to take small bites. A smile covered his face. His mother watched him with a smile equally as bright.
A softly speckled blue butterfly hovered above the picnic rug, in front of the boy. His green eyes glistened as they tracked its movement, transfixed in fascination. It began to move away and the boy rose to his feet, hand reaching out to touch it. It fluttered away and the boy tried to chase after it, his little legs dancing through the softly swaying blades of green grass. In an instant the butterfly vanished and the boy froze to the spot. A single tear began to trickle over his cheek. His mother came up behind him and took his hand in hers, squeezing soothingly.
“It’s gone,” he whispered to her.
“It’s probably tired and it’s gone home to sleep, maybe it will come back later,” she replied.
As they walked back through the meadow they saw a cat creeping in the distance. It was almost entirely black except for a single white paw on its hind leg. In its mouth a mouse squirmed and writhed, attempting to break free. As the boy watched from the distance the mouse stopped moving and hung limp. Suddenly a dog barking could be heard and a fluffy Alsatian appeared, causing the cat to flee into the distance, the mouse dropping to the floor. It lay there for a second but then it began to twitch slightly, before scampering away a few moments later. The boy ran over to the dog with a smile on his face and stroked its fur.
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