P: my new story. This came to me in school so I thought I'd write it.
Chapter one: the murder.
Nobody's pov
It was a dark night. It was raining as hard as a bat. Then comes the pettier patter of small feet. A small lemur runs through the scene. He reaches the end of the alley-way. He backs up against the wall.
A dark figure is scene coming from the distance. "leave me alone" the small lemur shouts to the figure. "I'm afraid that's not possible Mort" the figure said and smirked in the shadows.
"why are you doing this" Mort asked the shadow. "some things are better off unsaid Mort" the dark figure said as he raised a gleaming knife. You hear a quiet scream and the trembling of a body.
Mort's body lands down onto the ground in a sudden whisk. The figure stood there for a while than tossed a knife into a back pack and ran off.
They left the backpack there. Sirens could be heard…
P: what do you think so far. This is now going to be police sytle type story.
Kowalski: I'm wondering who did it.
Private: me too.
