Tuesday, December 26, 2017

[Chapter 1] of [Book I likely won't finish]

Here as requested: (PS: http://jmtrent.blogspot.nl/2017/12/do-you-have-to-write-every-idea-into.html)

This is simply chapter one of the story that came into my mind yesterday. I'm not sure it's my story to write - but I did get a request to put it up/show it to the world - so enjoy!

65-year old Henny Pipers was driving home alone on a rural road in CO when what she later described as a man-beast appeared in front of her car. Mrs. Pipers's wild ride hit a tree and uprooted...
Riz threw the article on her desk in digust. Mrs. Pipers saw a man-beast had she?
"Where is she now?"
"Ahh... that's a difficult question."
"I'm not in the mood, detective Huber."
"It is a difficult question, however. Mrs. Pipers, you could say, suffered some trauma and is unavailable for comment at the current."
Riz turned her scowling face towards the detective. She hadn't become a police officer to listen to fairytales of man-beats loose in the countryside. And yet the frequency with which these reports were coming in was mounting.
"How does this -" Her hand flicked at the article. "-know that she encountered a man-beast then?"
"She was on the phone with her husband, Mr. Pipers."
The detective's words only agitated her further. She'd seen Mrs. Pipers's phone (It had been confiscated as evidence when she rolled over the three cars in front of hers in her sudden panic) and it was definitely not designed to take calls through the car's speaker system.
"While driving?" she snapped.
"While driving," he confirmed.
Riz's temper was bad enough as it was with all the fictitious cases that'd come her way this week, and now this.
"You want me to write her up?"
"I want you to speak to her," he said, seriously, then on a lighter note, "but yes, the rules must be observed as well. Mrs. Pipers isn't exempt from fines."
Riz grabbed her uniform jacket to head out. It was late and she'd been looking forward to a quiet night, but now, with all these cases about monster men, and the strange tracks found, her mind spun too wildly to rest.
"Why don't you come to my apartment?" Mel said as she passed the other deputy's desk. "We could order pizza, watch a movie..." Her voice trailed off.
And then what? Riz thought. Have sex? She didn't need sex. She needed to find out why all of Blackwater had suddenly gone insane with these fairytales.
"No."
Mel crossed her arms. It wasn't as if Riz didn't like her - actually more than that, because who wouldn't immediately fall for those dark locks and pretty lips, and pretty tits - but the cases. The cases of the fairytale monsters. About a week ago people had started seeing bigfoot here and there on deserted country roads, and some accidents had happened because of it. Two people had died. The third, the passenger in the back seat (also the only one with a seatbelt), spoke of a man-thing that suddenly appeared before them out of the woods. It had antlers and walked on two legs. That was about all he'd seen, and now it was on Riz to figure it all out. A man in a carnival suit? An elk rearing up on its hind legs when the light startled it? And yet eyewitness acounts claimed there had been something ominous about the creatures. A black veil around them, or a black sort of fog, and its eyes gleamed like, as one eyewitness named it, 'the devil's eyes in embers'.
Riz stared at Mel (or rather her boobs, because it was difficult to keep eye-contact when her mind was somewhere else) and scowled.
Unless they weren't fariytales.
Mel lifted an eyebrow as she crossed her arms.
"Clarisse?"
But Riz had already unravelled her arms again and was rushing out into the corridor to grab her coat. It didn't matter if they were fairytales or if they weren't. If she went home, she wouldn't be able to sleep, and if she stayed in, Mel would drive her crazy with those boobs and lips, and detective Huber would bother her about more fairy cases. So why shouldn't she investigate herself?

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