Prompt - Character finds a large sum of money/something that is valuable
Name - Mikael Yeretov
Gender - Male
Race - Human
Status - Detective & Hound Handler
The cool air of autumn whips around my coat and my loose blue scarf flickers as if it is an illusion. My auburn hair bounces and frills in the night air.
Low huffs of ember blow unto my neck and the smell of fresh jalapenos and toasted apples glazes through the air.
The steady sweep of the metal detector and crunch of leaves accompany my into the forest.
A gentle yet firm beep shrills through the my ears and the yellow-orange embers light the the leaves underfoot on fire but quickly diminish with a puff of blue smoke. The cool water feels nice against my hand.
Haunting lavender eyes stare back at me with a twinge of silvery blue. Quickly shattering the vision I dig through the messy earth.
The digging becomes more rapid covering my pants with moist soil and fuzzy moss. A somber blue blanket covered in mold and blood is unearthed.
Slowly brushing the dirt off, the blanket catches on my hand and a discolored skull surfaces with a hole in the center of the skull.
I grab the tips of the blanket and rip the entire thing up from the ground. The skull, ribcage, and the bones in the other body parts are all there.
"Looks like a middle aged male, about 5'11 and 170 pounds. Probably Caucasian-"
A cube in the blanket catches my eye.
It was half black and half white with spikes in the center of each side. Around the spikes is a small sectioned ring that reflects the opposite color of what is on it. The shadow on the is white and the opposite is black. Then on the white side of the cube there is a line running diagonally from the top left hand corner to the ring. The diagonal half shows nothing of importance. The cube is about the size of my palm.
Pocketing it with one hand, my other hand fishes into my trench coat and pulls out a garbage bag.
The hellhound behind me huffs and while I put the bones into the garbage bag she covers the hole I made.
With the bag of bones slung across my shoulder I retreat back the way I came.
With the cold nipping my nose and the scalding breath of my hellhound on the back of my neck I felt dizzy.
Once the vibrant lights of the city are in view through the prated trees Equill shifts into a black lab with a red collar.
The damp asphalt is black under the early morning sun and the hanging fog does not make me any more safe to approach. Cars zip past me and the puddles on the road splash onto me.
I burst open the door to the agency and the scent of carpet cleaner floods through my nose.
The greyscale office has twinges of blue which makes my auburn hair stand out like a blister on pale skin.
Equill barks and runs around the office with her semi-luminescent algae eyes. The attendant looks up from her computer and eyes the bag on my shoulder, dirt and moisture on my clothes, and Equill yipping around.
"Gone digging again?"
I nod and drop the bag on her desk.
"Send this to forensics."
YOU ARE READING
Short stories from my creative writing class
LosoweJust an assortment of the things that I have written. Will update every week with about 3 new short stories. This will last between my high school years I may not post the full version of some of the prompts due to some being photos
