Home | Contest | Write A Book | Write Ebooks For Cash | Be A Travel Writer | Write Children's Books Write For Newspapers | Write An Ezine | Write A Blog | Writing Skills & Tips | Novel Writing Software Please take a moment to bookmark this site and join our free hot tips list. Read & Rate Our Writing Contest Entries! See what other people have written, and rate them on a scale of 1 to 5. This is an opportunity to view a wide variety of short stories and see what kind of original material is being submitted to us on a daily basis. After you rate an entry, you will be randomly redirected to another entry to rate. You may read and rate as many entries as you wish! The user-rating system is simply a fun way for writers to receive a public opinion of their work, and does not affect the judging for the cash prizes. If you wish to enter the contest, you may enter for free here. Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Kim Kovac I am a peoplewatcher. It is the cornerstone of my career, such as it is, as a writer. Sometimes, I will sit in public places and watch people go by, while making up conversations in my head about what they are thinking or what two people are talking about. My friends get a kick out of this game but it’s not a game to me. I get some of my best ideas for characters and stories. Normally, I watch people from afar and rarely get close enough to actually hear their conversations except for that fateful day when I overstepped the boundaries and lived to regret it. It was a wonderfully bright and breezy day as I sat on a bench at the park. This park was complete with a duck pond, and a waterfall. My senses were in overload as I watched many people enjoying their summer. I made-up characters and possible stories to my heart’s delight. A couple of young girls held my attention and I found myself straining to hear their words. Luckily, they were headed in my direction, so I acted casual when underneath my imagination was going into overdrive as I made up several conversations in different scenarios. I was so caught up in my musing that I didn’t realize how close they had gotten until they were seated on a bench directly behind me. I froze as I fought off feelings of guilt; giving into the temptation to listen to their private dialogue. Both girls were in their early twenties; one was blonde and the other was a red-head. Red-Head said, “It was the most horrible night of my life!” Blonde patted her friend’s hand and said, “Come on, what could have been so terrible? What happened?” “Randy! He’s dead?” Red-Head said in a hushed voice. I perked up and strained to catch every word. My heart started racing, unconsciously leaning back . “Dead? What happened?” Blonde cried. “I had no other choice but to kill him.” Blonde put her arm around her friend and several words are exchanged that were muffled by their tears. I was so enthralled by them that I was actually turning to the side and leaning in more. They were so tuned into themselves that they didn’t notice me. “He wanted me to kill him. I could see it in his eyes, pleading, so I did it. It was the hardest thing…” Red-Head cried into the shoulder of Blonde. The words were so muffled that I could only catch a few. “…miserable…was in pain…can’t get it out of my…blood on my shoe…buried him…” They got up, causing me to lose my balance and hit my elbow on the arm of the bench.. I cried out but caught the sound as best as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to process what I had heard. Their voices faded as they walked away. I couldn’t let this get away so I got off the bench and walked after them, as nonchalantly as I could. They never looked back so I relaxed, feeling safe, until I tripped over a rock and fell on my face. Eating the grass as I yelped in astonishment, the girls turned and showed embarrassment for me. I spit out a few wet, green blades and laughed hysterically as I tried to get off the ground. They didn’t give me another thought, choosing to get into their car instead. Desperate to follow them, I took off in a rapid saunter. Forgetting that the grass was wet and slippery, I performed an interesting outdoor ballet, sliding to the right, overcorrecting to do a 180 before slamming, none so gracefully, into the door of my car. This definitely would be recorded as the most dangerous people-watching event of the year. I managed to get the car started on the first try, which amazed me considering most movies never gave their heroine’s that blessing. I found their car and followed it. When they turned off onto a dirt road, I decided to park by the main road and walk quietly down the dirt road. I concealed myself hiding behind trees along the way without even one stick breaking under my feet. Any P.I. would have hired me on the spot. After a moment or two to catch my breath, I found them hovering over a freshly-dug grave as Red-Head cried and Blonde comforted her. That was all I needed to see; running back to the car; I grabbed my cell-phone. They wouldn’t get away with this! The cop I spoke to was not taking me seriously, at first, as I explained the facts that I had overheard and would have hung up if I had not told him about the evidence. That fresh grave got him and he assured me that assistance would be forthcoming. While I waited for the police to show up, I had to slump down in the seat as the girls left the scene of the crime. I was quick enough to jot down the license plate, vowing to impress the local law enforcement. Shortly, thereafter, the Boys in Blue drove up. I got out and told them to follow me, which they did. I pointed out the grave and repeated the words I had overheard the girls say. I was excited and the adrenaline was racing through my body. I was high in a Murder She Wrote sort of way. I had discovered a murder and I was the one person who could finger the murderer. This was great and I was prime for the fame that would follow. Yes, I would be famous! Then my bubble was burst in the most horrendous way, by laughter. I came down off my high-horse to face the back-slapping, hand-clapping, laughter of those policemen. “What?” I cried, “Why are you laughing?” One officer, wiping the gleeful tears from his eyes, took my arm and lead me to the grave opening. “Here’s your victim, lady!” I looked into the gaping hole to discover who Randy really was. “A dog? Randy’s a dog?” people have rated it so far. is the current average. |
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