Posts Tagged ‘Detective’
Dec
Let Go, She Said
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“What do you think you’re doing, young man?”
The waiting room on platform 10, a jewel of early 20th century art deco, was rather crowded, but Lady Sophie had – as always – the most comfortable seat. She lay down her book, a first print of ‘Homicide on the Western Rapid’ by Dame AC Miller. Lady Sophie was absolutely ill tempered, because she was about to discover what the brilliant detective Benoni Pommier was about to úncover.
“If you don’t let go of my handbag immediately, you’d better start praying. Let your undoubtedly very rare little grey cells do their work.”
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing whilst recovering from a sports injury. To impress wife, kids and closest friends, he does this barefooted and hatless.
Mar
Whodunnit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Elementary knowledge of physics and chemistry saved the life of Lord Sherlock.
This was a case of national security, something to do with secrecy about canons. All the evidence had shown that state secrets were sold to a foreign power.
Judge Lestrade certainly would have found him guilty and would have sentenced him to the firing squad if it hadn’t been for the world famous detective Moriarty and his brilliant assistant Mrs Hudson. They countered all the incriminating material which now acquitted the accused and finally they revealed what no one could have ever suspected: Watson, the butler, did it.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Oct
Mystery Hour
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A 9-year-old girl trick-or-treating in a black-and-white Halloween costume got mistaken somehow for a skunk. The lead detective on the case is borderline Asperger’s. Covering an entire wall of her grubby office is one of those conspiracy theory maps, with all the pins connected by strings. “I’ll break anything in order to figure out how it works,” she’s famous around headquarters for saying. Her brisk confidence irks male colleagues. “Go away,” one shouts, “and take your shitty forest!” She can’t hear him. She’s out in a far corner of the city collecting evidence of the refulgence of pearls of blood.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author most recently of Spooky Action at a Distance from Analog Submission Press. He co-edits the journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Dec
Old Criminal History
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The site of the homicide is vicious and bloody. No evidence is found except fingerprints left on the victim.
Later Detective Lance Jones tells his partner Carl that AFIS found a match to the bloody fingerprints left at the crime scene. The homicide is so violently over the top that Carl is sure the perpetrator has to be a young healthy muscular male.
Carl is surprised when Lance tells him the suspect is an older male.
“Did you say the suspect is sixty-four years old?” asks Carl.
“Well, he was in 1942 the last time he was arrested,” Lance replies.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Aug
The Billionaire’s Mistress
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The detective smoked on the cigar as he watched the new client walk in. The person was evidently from the lower rungs. Quite distinct from his general clientele. He wondered where did she get the reference, money, and the confidence to approach his office.
“I’m a mistress of the owner of Exotic Chemicals. His daughter has gone missing. I’m here to represent the owner.”
As he put down the cigar on the ashtray, he recalled the magazine stories about the secretive billionaire. The conspiracy theories on film raced across his vision as the client opened her lips to speak again.
From Guest Contributor Debarun Sarkar
Debarun sleeps, eats, reads, smokes, drinks, labors, and occasionally writes stories and submits them. Recent works have appeared or are forthcoming in Visitant, Off the Coast, The Opiate, Aainanagar, Rat’s Ass Review, Tittynope, and here at A Story in 100 Words, among others. He can be reached at debarunsarkar.wordpress.com
Jul
Budget Costs
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The detective leaned back in the seat, stretched expansively and roared. “Lazy fucking bastards!”
There was a sudden flurry of papers being shuffled, phones being lifted, and desk drawers being opened and closed.
“Aggghhh, not you useless lot,” he growled. “Not this time anyway.”
“Who’s offended the mighty Sergeant Prick, this time?” an attractive female police officer drawled.
“That’s Pryck … like dyke.” She’d rebuffed his many advances.
She merely generated a smug smile…pausing it for greater effect.
“Hrrmph, thought I’d a break on the Couples Killer…but the council couldn’t be bothered cleaning the CCTV lenses.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Nov
The Setup
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Purple marks stained the ivory flesh of the young victim’s neck. DNA forensic technicians hustled around her with their swabs and evidence bottles.
My partner Isobel raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.
“DNA will confirm it, but it’s him.”
Isobel sucked in a breath. “Adam Knowles. Been killing ten years, but not a hint of where he is.”
I knew where he was. Twelve years since I killed him and placed a sample of my DNA labelled with his name in the database.
The victim’s final screams played in my memory as I, Detective Richard Morrison, guided the investigation.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Jun
The Recumbent Bicycle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When Inspector Grimes arrived at the scene, a flood of details cried out for his attention, as they so often did: the layer of grime between the flagstones, the single shoelace tied around a stack of books, the taste of almonds hovering in the air. Any of them might be important, but it was the recumbent bicycle the inspector focused on now. Someone had knocked it to the ground.
Being a good detective requires blotting out emotions and staying focused on the meaningful details. But right now all Grimes could think about was that his best friend had been murdered.
May
Hit And Run
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sully swaggered out of the office on the upper east side. In his pocket, he carried an envelope stuffed with a photograph and a thousand dollars in small bills. This might be the biggest case of his career. That’s when the silver Pontiac swiped into him and broke his leg.
He only saw the back of the driver’s head. Whoever it was didn’t want Sully to take this case. But Sully had a stubborn streak when it came to someone handing him a grand.
Seventeen drinks later, Sully’s alcoholism finished the job that the mysterious driver had failed to accomplish.
Feb
Waste Land
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I search their faces, looking for some flicker of life, but they are deadened beyond comprehension. They cycle past silently, scared to look me in the eye.
The ground is littered with ruined debris from the last few hours of their lives. Discarded food and spilled beverages mixed with cataclysmic cadavers that were once tortured dialogue and national monuments. I know it doesn’t make much sense, but nothing much does anymore. I laugh when I realize the poor victims actually paid for the privilege.
“What happened, Detective? It’s like a war zone.”
“They just finished watching a Roland Emmerich movie.”
The Daily Theme From Figment for Jan. 24, 2012
Set your scene in a place where something significant has just occurred, leaving physical reminders in its wake. Your narrator wasn’t a part of that something and must use the remaining artifacts to determine what has happened.