They were not comfortable in this building, but we were at war. There was no time or place nor comfort. After the Police headquarters got bombed, the entire city went into a panic frenzy. The policemen that still stood worked tirelessly to maintain order. Hunting the bombers was next on the list.
Since most of the senior cops had perished in the explosion, I took charge of operations. This barely functioning building was not what we deserved. But it worked for now.
With citizen support, it won’t be long till we find the terrorist scum…
We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.
On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.
My hair had been keeping me up. It itched so much. I had used the best hair products, but to no avail. I asked my mother if I should visit a doctor, but she had refused, stating that such things happen when puberty hits.
That night, it was a lot worse. My hair felt as if it were ablaze. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, and that’s when it happened all of a sudden.
Thorny branches began growing from my hair, eventually falling off and becoming a tree….
See how all these different threads are connected to the loom. They revolve around it just like the lives of so many people. The workers, the owner, the buyers, the gangs, the soldiers and even the king, are all like the threads that are interwoven by the loom. Even if one thread proves to be of an inferior quality and breaks, the loom will stop functioning.
But, maybe this society as it functions is already broken. Maybe it needs a new direction. This loom has power over our society.
Breaking it, will destroy the society…
This amusement park is my second home. I know everything about it. How long each ride runs, the speeds, in how many minutes does the ferris wheel reach the top, everything. In fact, the wheel was my first ride here, when my parents had brought me many many years ago. The wheel takes a slight pause at precisely 9 pm, when the power line switched. It is the best time to be in the top pod. Which is where I am. One last sight of the city.
The eccentric restaurateur had purchased the wooden piano from the antique shop. He thought that it ornamentally fit in with his restaurant, The Musical Meal. After placing it by the entrance, he did not give it a second thought. He did not look at it until a few months later, when he heard a commotion outside the restaurant. He rushed outside to find a small crowd gathered. The people were all clapping and cheering for a ragged looking old man sitting at the wood piano, playing it.
The plate matches. We’ve found the getaway vehicle, just as the witnesses described: A silver roadster. Wow, this is one heck of a machine. No wonder we could not catch it. Only if the police department gave us better vehicles to work with.
Our suspect is a master thief. Somehow, he effortlessly broke into the most secure vault and stole the Count’s pendant without triggering any alarm, giving him enough time to mount his bike and get away from us. I think he’s a master sniper too. Why?
This is the property I was telling you about. It fits the size you had in mind, and is still in great shape. Moreover, it sits perfectly in your budget. It was even used for the same purpose as you are planning. See, it used to be a delish deli.
Rumours? Oh, the story about the crazy butcher and how his ghost still haunts the deli. Well, I can tell that its completely untrue. If at all, it should be his daughter haunting the place. He did hack her into pieces.
Nicely arranged, in a glass vase, their hues reflect in the ambient lighting. The flowers have a pure gold lining. I can see that he has spent a lot on them.
They are my valentine’s gift from him. However, I know it is not just a gift. He has sent the flowers because he could not come meet me. Just like every other week. It is an apology. The flowers do look pretty, but I hate them. He does not even remember that about me. The flowers are completly fake.
The top floor, and a window of only fifteen minutes to get through the open window. Time to see if all my practice at the rock climbing wall bore any fruit.
Okay, slow and steady does it. I won’t look down and only focus on the goal – the window. That’s easier said than done. Here come the shivers. Ignore them, ignore them.
Right, made it to the window. It is open, as I was promised.
I hope she likes her valentine’s gift and can keep it away from her disapproving father…