>2nd place in the Unity Awards for Mystery/Thriller
Edward Stone is left dying alone in the cold snow with a rose in hand. Fates decide to show him mercy for he was a good man who tried to help others and be a good man, whom the world needed more of...
That was the first thought that ran through my head. I currently am still laying in my bed tired. I opened my eyes and sat up. I lifted my arms up and stretched. A loud yawn escaped my lips as I surveyed my room.
Sunlight was pouring in through the closed curtains, the room was filled with a dim natural light.
Nice and relaxing.
Next to my large and fancy bed was my nightstand. On top of it was a lamp and a tag on it. The lamp wasn't the usual lamp that was on my nightstand.
The base of the lamp was a shimmering gold, with a pole made of several metal strips that intertwined with each other. The lampshade was a white cube shape, and was the color of snow. In the back of his mind something triggered. It was like I was supposed to remember something about it, but I just couldn't.
I reached to the tag on my new lamp and turned it toward me. Two elegant words were written in a fancy cursive. In a handwriting that belonged to only one person I knew. I looked at the tag again and smiled.
Happy Birthday, it read.
Michelle had gotten me a new lamp. She knew I wasn't very fond of my old, over fancy, lamp. I preferred more simple things, and she knew that.
And that's why she's my best friend, I thought.
My old lamp had multiple light bulbs, and each had a red lampshade. It was a metal pole with intricate designs and arms leading to each light. Glass hung from here to there and the details were amazing.
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(I DONT OWN THIS PICTURE, I GOT IT OFF GOOGLE)
I looked at the lamp for a few more seconds before getting out of bed. I walked to other side of the room, where my closet was, and took out a green tunic and black pants. I quickly slipped those on and headed to the bathroom.
When I reached there I started thinking.
It was my birthday and Michelle told me she had something planned. Most of the time when she said that, it was a good thing.
Knowing her, it could go either way.......
I brushed my teeth and freshened up. Grabbing a comb, I heard knocking on my bedroom door, I quickly combed my hair in a few strokes and put it down. I walked out of the bathroom and jogged to the other side of the room to the door.
As I opened the door, I thought it was Michelle wishing me a happy birthday. So I smiled in preparation.
I was wrong.
When the door was fully opened, I saw one of my butlers. I remember Mom introducing me to him, since he was new. My large grin melted into a small smile when I saw him.
