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Trash cans rattled and crisp sharp noises of rustling appeared from the alley. The light was flickering, struggling to stay alight. Mice squeaked as they were harassed by the deep echoing footsteps within the alley. Then from the carnivorous atmosphere behind, came a shadow enchanting the eyes of the mice. Then, from a sudden mist of air arose a flame. It became apparent that someone, somebody, something was in the street: but who or even what and why were they there? Following the silence of the moments gone by a sudden rush of the breeze developed, and the heavens opened up. A siren howled a mile away, yet it bruised the bones of the mice. From amidst the garbage came rattles and rumbles and the aluminium bins clattered together forming a most peculiar rhythm. With incredible vulnerability, one mouse dashed for freedom: it ran the length of the alley and made for the road behind: It was inevitable. A torturous scream. A soul in agony. A body in hell. The cans rattled for a final time as the intruder of the alley escaped into the open... The night was long yet the day was short. Pre dawn darkness had hit the empty space where once a soul had been. One mere mortal had made the world turn around. ...read more.

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He realised how he could be caught with DNA testing and the consequences of his actions would be monumental. The callous murderer ejected from his seat and shouted in angst. He made his way to the mirror when he realised how dirty it was. It had turned brown and was full of dust turning it half opaque. The man inspected the window meticulously. He swept his finger across the pane, gathering miniscular grains of sneezing powder. Next, he blew hard on the window causing a mushroom shaped cloud to appear. It dissolved into the air within seconds but the suspect kept staring at the place where the mushroom had been. Suddenly, he turned, there had come a noise. He had heard a scream: the scream of his victim. The murderer started to spin around, looking for where the scream had come from. He turned faster and faster, rotating on the spot like a ballet dancer. Eventually he became giddy and just like that he collapsed on the spot. 'The Black hole: A universe full of black-ness, darkness and evil. No passion. No sense. No affection. Not innocent. Not easy. Not profound in life. 'Enough! This man is still innocent. His profligate, pitiable life means nothing to us. We'll leave him here until we are certain he is fit to talk. ...read more.

Conclusion

This time he had no red eyes and there was no steaming skin. He saw himself normally. A part of the world and a presence in life stood ahead of him. The man saw happiness for the first time. He saw reason to speak the truth and to avoid conflict. The murderer sat down and began to pray, thanking God for showing mercy. He sat silently for 5 minutes without the slightest of noise occurrences. The door burst open and the inspector preyed over the suspect. The murderer immediately stopped his prayers and explained his situation to the inspector. He showed how he had changed and that he knew his crimes were illegal; in having killed Miss Lovejoy but... momentarily he had flashbacks. He was no murderer. He was just choked with emotion. He was the real victim: a victim of crime and of greed. Had he really committed an open murderer or was he just the run away mouse trapped in a cage. An engaged and heated debate populated his mind. A clouded spirit emerging. He was struggling to make sense of a tragedy. In a tense standoff in his mind the man gave way to an erupting thought. His anger fuelled him to move around; his determination propelled him forward; his stubbornness got him where he was: in trouble. With a flash of finite fury he smashed the window blaming it for his troubles. 1 Written by: Sohan Shah 10D ...read more.

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