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Creative Writing : The Tale of the Ring

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Creative Writing : The Tale of the Ring He was angry, very angry. He was angry with his people for not being able to find the ring but most of all Ronnie Stevenson was angry with himself for ever having created the damned ring in the first place. Ronnie was about 50 years old, nobody knew his exact age - they were all too scared to ask, but he had been around for 31 years since his first entry into the life of real organised crime. His most notable feature was his glass eye, which was especially striking because the brown of his glass eye contrasted strongly with the bright blue of his real eye. People were divided as to how he had lost his eye but the most popular story and as such the story which most people believed was that he had lost it in a childhood fight with a man who threatened his mother. He was 6 feet tall and his face seemed to suggest a hardened man who had eventually become oblivious to the pains which normal people suffered in life. He was feared throughout the entire crime network; he was feared by the police, feared by the people he worked for and feared by the other people in Britain and indeed the world who ran or were part of organised crime. As well as being feared, he was also respected by all these people, because, as far as they knew, he had never made a single mistake. ...read more.

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Ronnie's memory was not particularly good but for the last few years he had been focusing solely on the ring and Eric's description was always near the forefront of his mind. The fact that he was so concerned was slightly bothering to him, there was a niggling doubt which had started to creep into his mind recently about how much importance he should place on finding the ring, as it was very unlikely that anybody was going to find it and even more unlikely that he would be able to find the ring but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and set off to the town in west Yorkshire even more determined that he would find the ring. It was approximately a fortnight since the old man had found the ring lying in the street and he was sitting in the Red Cow talking idly to the barman, Erskine, about unimportant things such as town gossip and whether beer tasted better than it did before the war. Without warning, a man, about 6 feet in height, stood up and asked if anybody in this town had seen a pewter ring. The old man didn't know why, but for some reason he didn't say anything about his discovery, maybe he was afraid that this man would take the ring away from him or maybe the man's glass eye spooked him, but he kept his mouth firmly shut. The old man didn't know it and if he had it would have made him say something, but Ronnie had gone and spoken to ...read more.

Conclusion

Unfortunately, the old man's plan was doomed to failure from the start. Ronnie had planted one of his men in the Red Cow, just as a matter of precaution and the man had seen the whole interchange between Erskine and Ronnie before going straight to the bar's telephone and ringing Ronnie, who began to lay out his plans. He would accept the ring from the old man, acting as if he didn't know it was a phoney and would then kill him when he returned to his house a few miles away from town later that night. He knew that he wouldn't be able to steal the ring, so he would have to destroy the entire 'Red Cow', probably at some time when everyone knew about the old man's death, so there wouldn't be so many innocent lives lost when he destroyed the pub. Ronnie knew what he was going to do and he knew that the rest of his life would be comparatively simple. He smiled contentedly outside the jeweller's as only a man who controls his own destiny can smile. They never saw the old man again, but some three weeks later the local paper carried a report of a person answering his description being found dead down a remote country lane. Erskine put the ring behind the bar and thought no more of it. Then, one afternoon, his wife took it into town to get it valued. Finding it to be nothing more valuable than pewter, she threw it away. Exactly twenty-one days later, the 'Red Cow' was burned to the ground. ...read more.

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