mini-stories draft

🍓 Rodion, Isidore and death

22 mai 2021

I was walking through the peaceful town when i saw Rodion. He's an inspector, but he's not really clever. I like to bully him a lot.

-Hey Rodion how's it going?
-Ugh just, pretend i'm not here okay?
-Wow okay sure

We walked past each other on the small street. We were about ten meter from each other now, but i heard him groan in annoyance and run back towards me.

-Hey you!!

I kept walking.

-Just how many times must you dye my hair green before you're satified? Hey! Answer me! This. Is. Not funny. I'm a well repected inspector, and you're not getting away with it! Answer me! Answer me!

-But you told me to pretend you're not here.

-I did, and you did not listen to me because now my head is green!

-But i'm not the one who dyed you hair green.

-Ohoho! Really? Then who is it? Nobody else it was you! You already did it many times, you won't get away with this!

-You know, i actually thought it was really weird that you dyed your hair green by yourself.

-Don't. Pretend. You're not the one who did it.

-But i'm not.

-then explain.

-Well, it's obviously oak leaves.

-oh come one! How can some leaves turn my hair green!

-Wait you didn't know that?

-Wait you're serious?

-Duh! Everyone knows that when an oak leaf makes contact with pollen, then human hair, it colors it green?

-...

-...

-Oh my god.

He left, chocked.
I chuckled. I can't believe i actually make him believe that.

♡♡♡

Isidore Lenormand

This tale begins with my first time investigating as a journalist, with the police.

I found myself tangled up in a riddle that no one could solve.

Back then, i had no idea where this riddle would lead me.

And so my mysterious journey began.

*add a bit of time and music*
-insert title -

//Isidore is having a clown to clown conversation with a writer he's interrogating.//

*inside of a windmill that is a normal house in that town*

Isidore: what was the message you wanted to convey with your book?

Robert: It's about the difference between using your logic and your feelings to solve your personnal problems. The message is, everyone is different, and everyone should just use what they're best at to solve their own problems.

Isidore: I see, i see, and what do your family thinks of your writing?

Robert: They don't like reading, so i don't know *shrug*

Isidore: ouch

Robert: yes, ouch.

Isidore: ...And my last question for you, why did you kill Amy ? :(

Robert: That poor girl had to die Mister Lenormand ;(

Isidore: But she was just a kid >:(((

Robert: i know, i know, sometimes my cruelty ... it scares me...