Jan 10: write a story in the first person pov and in the crime genre
T^T I dunno anything about this genre so it will probably suck
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"Greenwood street?" I sputtered, stumbling like I'd been smacked in the face.
"Mmhm," the cop mummured as he scribbled on a small notepad.
My pupils dilated as I glanced aroud frantically.
Greenwood? The same street that I dropped that mysterious man off at three times?
"There was a dead body?" I asked, my heart beginning to pound against my ribcage.
"Yup, in a house just round the corner. And we think we know who committed the murder."
"Who do you think it is?"
"We don't know exactly. The person has disappeared...but we do know some details about the person."
I sighed in relief.
"Oh, so you don't think it's me..."
The policeman eyed me amusingly, "what are you talking about? We never thought it was you."
My forehead creased slightly.
"So...why am I here then?"
"Because," the cop strolled to his car and slipped the notepad through the passenger window.
Then he turned around to look at me, his hands firmly planted on his waist.
"From the footage we watched a few hours ago, your car was seen a few minutes before the mysterious man was spotted."
I froze, uncertain about what to do next.
"M–my car?"
"Yes, sir. And that is why you are needed here."
"But I didn't do anything! I'm as clueless as any of you guys!"
"We can't be so sure."
I huffed as shook my head in belwilderment.
I was about to open my mouth to protest again when a shrill scream pierced through the air.
The officer and I turned out heads swiftly to the direction the sound came from.
A child that looked around 10 years old came running blindly down the road, tears streaming down his face.
"Hey, hey, woah!" the police officer yelled.
But the kid didn't listen and kept running down the road so he had to chase him.
A few seconds later the policeman came back with the bawling child.
There weren't many people around as we were standing on a fairly empty roadside but a few people gave us stares.
"Where are your parents? Where is your home?" the cop asked the weeping child.
"My dad," the child sobbed, "the strange man...he..."
He couldn't make words come out anymore and he fell to the ground wailing.
"Come here boy," I said and took him off the ground.
We walked to the policeman's car and we sat inside, trying to calm the boy down.
When we finally succeeded in making him stop crying, we coerced him into telling more about this strange man.
He took a deep breath and began.
"My dad and I were at home alone when this man with a trenchcoat and a big hat walked in and started to ask my dad something. After a while, they began to shout and I went to hide somewhere. I was watching through a hole from where I was hiding."
I leaned forward from where I sat.
"He asked my dad for a box but he refused and then the strange man brought out a knife."
He swallowed and looked round at us.
"Go on," I urged.
"So they began to fight. My dad punched the guy and then the guy stabbed him," he sobbed. "My dad was on the ground and didn't move. So the other guy grabbed a box and started to leave but my dad stood up and hit him. The man turned around and hit my dad on his leg so hard that he couldn't walk anymore."
He started a new round of weeping.
"Then when he saw my dad was in pain and helpless, he stabbed him some more until...until he finally..."
We huddled around him and tried to calm the poor boy down.
We told him to lie down at the back of the car and we exchanged glances between each other, silently agreeing to go out to talk.
When we were a good distance from the car I blurted, "I carried that man in my car."
The officer's brows peaked.
"But I swear I don't know what he's up to. He asked me to stop him thrice at that street. Greenwood street. And then in the end–"
The policeman shushed me and started off down the road.
I folded my arms indignantly.
He called over his shoulder as he reached his car.
"Thanks for your help, sir! I need to hurry to the station to relay this information."
Then he got into his car and drove off, leaving me there confused.
I didn't even want to think about it anymore so I shrugged the creepy feeling off myself and started to walk home.
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Sooo...
I think I failed
What do you think:)
