12:21 PM
Friday, October 21
Garage
I looked around for my car. It was getting close to one o’clock in the morning and I was getting very tired. I walked sluggishly around in hopes that my friends didn’t notice I was gone. I hate that band. My friends gave me a ticket to go to a concert. I had no idea who the “21 Questions” were but I just assumed they were good. God, was I wrong.
I heard a noise. My head jerked to the right and there was a man, he said, “Howdy there young man,” holding up his bottle of beer. I ignored him and kept walking. People are just a bit too crazy in these parts.
I found my car. Whop-dee-doo-da! But as I get closer I see a faint line running along the side of my car. Great i’ve been keyed. I look below and find that all of my tires have been popped. Great…looks like i’m going to need to call a friend. I pick up my phone that’s been in my pocket for some while and dial the number, but about halfway through I hear footsteps. I turn around, and as I do I feel a sharp pain slice across my stomach. I’ve been stabbed.
I fall to the ground with a thump! I drop the phone which is now in a million pieces. And as my eyelids shut I wander where I will go. Then I quickly fade away into the light. I’ve been murdered.
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A Game of 21 Questions
Mystery / ThrillerHow would you react to your brother being murdered in cold-blood. Follow Mark and his journey to find his brother's killer. But wait...Mark soon realizes that this "simple act" of murder isn't a simple act. There are many people and things involv...
