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It all began yesterday with the discovery of a male body in the park at 6pm

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Creative writing It all began yesterday with the discovery of a male body in the park at 6pm. It was Christmas Eve and I was about to go home when I was informed of the incident. I went to the scene with two other officers but I was extremely eager to get back to my family. As I walked through the park, snow started to fall and all I could think about was the poor family of the man, unaware of his death. I started to think about my own family, my children waiting for me to come home so that they kiss me good night before Santa came. When I got to the scene I looked at the man. His face was blank but it was a face I knew. ...read more.


It's depressing, death. Hidden away from the public but always there staring at me. I wanted to be at home away from work and with my family at this, supposedly happy time of year, but I knew that my work here was not done. I stood there staring at my old friend, knowing that if it was suicide I needed to find some sort of evidence. As I reached into his pocket and pulled out his possessions I felt as if I was trespassing on his memory. Snow was falling gently around us and fell softly onto his cold face. I took out picture upon picture, pieces of meaningless paper and his wallet. As I looked through the papers I saw a note, a note to his family probably written in his dying minutes. ...read more.


Her face was blank and colourless, as if all the happiness had been drained from it. She stood there and cried. This once strong and independent woman was now weak and vulnerable. The words 'I'm sorry' mechanically came out as if I had no feelings at all. I was just a robot doing my job. She sat down on the doorstep cold, crying and shaking. This is my job, bringing news of death and sadness to otherwise perfectly happy families. She sat there with her head in her hands for what seemed like an eternity. Her son came out and asked why mummy was crying. She just held him in her arm not wanting to let him go. The look on her face told me that she wanted me to leave. So I just walked away, too traumatised to speak or think. He was gone, gone like a bit of sand thrown into the wind, never to be seen again. ...read more.

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