So I have decided to start doing what I really like, writing. For now I will focus on short stories, the characters are loosely based on Videogame characters (points to whoever identifies who!).
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Thanks for reading!
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See this watch? Martha gave it to me. Martha, her poor soul. Wherever she is, I'm sure she is looking at me right now. She can probably see my balding hear that she kept bothering me to take Minoxidil, I never cared.
God damn it, when is it going to stop raining? Even my trousers are wet by now.
Stuck in a god damn alley in the middle of the night with no cigarettes in dark, rainy night, what was I thinking to call this guy today? I even smoked my emergency one a few minutes ago. The life of a Private Detective is never easy, you would think you would be afraid of getting shot by some lunatic's wife that you are suppose to trail but nowadays all I am afraid is to get sued. Yeah, that would be a nice headline "Local PD Milo Porter gets sued by client's ex wife".
23:52, says the watch that Martha gave me, three more minutes and I'm out of here. Martha, I miss her, I won't deny you that. Most mornings I pretend she is still downstairs making me breakfast, then I go see her but the cruel reality is shoved to my face by a nasty looking kitchen and a smell of moth balls. The pain of solitude pierces not only existence but also, sometimes my sanity: last night I swear I heard her voice, she was calling for me from somewhere in the house, brief and distance but very clearly, I looked room after room but after I went throughout the whole house I really thought I was going mad.
But come on Milo think positive, this will be over soon as soon as that stupid snitch shows up. Fuck, I'm going to break his face. I have been tracking this guy for ages, my current client is a little more "powerful" than a suspicious millionaire that thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him, no, my client is a Senator, he is committed on a murder that happened in his neighborhood about three months ago. If I had this job when Martha was alive she would have told me to stay away from anyone with friends in the media and the Capitol, never mind that I carry a gun now, she was always the careful one. Our first date was in a movie theater, we didn't have any tickets, I showed he how to get in for free, Casablanca was playing, she kissed me just when Conrad Veidt gets shot. Conrad. Conrad Malcom. I will never forget that name.
Conrad Malcom was my first case, I was just starting and it took me a lot of investigating and a bullet to the stomach but I got the son of a bitch. He killed a woman he was having an affair with. That woman was my wife.
Ah, there is my snitch.
Please feel free to leave any feedback, critique or random link to a funny meme, all commets are welcome.
Thanks for reading!
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See this watch? Martha gave it to me. Martha, her poor soul. Wherever she is, I'm sure she is looking at me right now. She can probably see my balding hear that she kept bothering me to take Minoxidil, I never cared.
God damn it, when is it going to stop raining? Even my trousers are wet by now.
Stuck in a god damn alley in the middle of the night with no cigarettes in dark, rainy night, what was I thinking to call this guy today? I even smoked my emergency one a few minutes ago. The life of a Private Detective is never easy, you would think you would be afraid of getting shot by some lunatic's wife that you are suppose to trail but nowadays all I am afraid is to get sued. Yeah, that would be a nice headline "Local PD Milo Porter gets sued by client's ex wife".
23:52, says the watch that Martha gave me, three more minutes and I'm out of here. Martha, I miss her, I won't deny you that. Most mornings I pretend she is still downstairs making me breakfast, then I go see her but the cruel reality is shoved to my face by a nasty looking kitchen and a smell of moth balls. The pain of solitude pierces not only existence but also, sometimes my sanity: last night I swear I heard her voice, she was calling for me from somewhere in the house, brief and distance but very clearly, I looked room after room but after I went throughout the whole house I really thought I was going mad.
But come on Milo think positive, this will be over soon as soon as that stupid snitch shows up. Fuck, I'm going to break his face. I have been tracking this guy for ages, my current client is a little more "powerful" than a suspicious millionaire that thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him, no, my client is a Senator, he is committed on a murder that happened in his neighborhood about three months ago. If I had this job when Martha was alive she would have told me to stay away from anyone with friends in the media and the Capitol, never mind that I carry a gun now, she was always the careful one. Our first date was in a movie theater, we didn't have any tickets, I showed he how to get in for free, Casablanca was playing, she kissed me just when Conrad Veidt gets shot. Conrad. Conrad Malcom. I will never forget that name.
Conrad Malcom was my first case, I was just starting and it took me a lot of investigating and a bullet to the stomach but I got the son of a bitch. He killed a woman he was having an affair with. That woman was my wife.
Ah, there is my snitch.
