Battle Three:
Intrigue
Of Their Own Creation.
(Change of time limit to Ten Minutes.)
Frozen
By: Didder
I rose from my chair, spine straight, although my knees were knocking together. I walked forward in small steps, although each one seemed to take an hour. I breathed deeply and slowly, my fingers and toes burned and ached for my oxygen. My eyes stared straight ahead, although I did not see anything. I reached the podium and blanched, although my face retained its rosy complexion. It dawned on me that this wasn't the first time I had been of a similar disposition. I can recall my first piano recital when I played a whole song but don't remember doing it, only the fear that reached every nerve in my body that froze every muscle except the ones that were needed to play the piece.
My mouth opened by itself and words came out, but I don't recall what they were. All I know was that my mind repeated itself over and over. 'Not guilty, not guilty, not guilty.' It said.
A man came and asked me questions. I don't know if I answered
A woman asked me questions. I don't know if I heard the questions.
I was dismissed. I was still lost.
An hour later, I was in prison.
'Not Guilty'
VS
Detecting Sadness
By: Grace
"So it's not important?" I asked Cynthia.
"Not really. I mean, if you think about it, it actually seems sorta petty." Cynthia replied.
"True, but it was so important to you a year ago." I countered.
"Yes, it was. But I have moved on. Instead I want to be a police detective." Cynthia grinned and skipped away from me.
"Oh, boy." I rolled my eyes and started for home.
Ten Years Later…
Ring…Ring…Ring…
"Detective Cynthia Jones speaking," She pulled out a sticky note pad and a pen, quickly jotting down a few notes. "I'll look into it." She hung up the phone and walked out of her office. "I'm going down to the morgue. James you're with me. John, look everything you can possibly find out about a Sara Bly."
As she and James walked down to the morgue she realized why she recognized the name. It belonged to her high school Best Friend.
For some reason both of the intrigue shorts had tragedy in them… And despite having ten minutes the words are no more than before. Vote now! The next 'Short' battle is one of my favorites. Give suggestions for a battle too if you want.