One Sentence Story Collection IV

Onto the page he poured out his heart with ink and tears, fully aware it would never be seen by whom it was for.

The beast was felled; the trumpets blared, and thunderous applause echoed through the court as the boy, now a man, triumphantly returned.

Another dead body brought the total to four, but Detective Halpern felt down inside his gut that before very long it would soon be five.

Rain falls hard against my window, the backbeat to nature's glorious song.

Down, down, down she went, twisting and turning as she fell from grace.

Scene of the Crime

"So the perpetrator returns to the scene of the crime," Chief Waxler folded his arms in self-satisfaction.

"What?" Officer Malone checked to see if someone was behind him.

"You," Waxler pointed to Malone, "You've returned to the scene of the crime, therefore you're guilty."

"I went across the street to grab a coffee. I was gone for five minutes."

"So you admit it!"

"Admit what?"

"Returning to the scene of the crime. Case closed!"

Officer Malone sighed, "We drove here together. The crime had already been committed."

"So you returned twice!" Chief Waxler narrowed his eyes, "That means you're double guilty!"

The Case of the Clueless Detective

Before Shamrock O'Malley and I lay a man, Mr. Jacob Hathaway, dead in the middle of his study. He had been stabbed in the small of the back with an intricately carved knife of Oriental origin. However, he had been found with all the doors and windows of the study locked from the inside. How could a murder take place within a locked room?

"I'm certainly confounded," I confessed.

"It's elementary, my dear Walton."

"Go on then, Shamrock."

"Space aliens did this. Yes. Space aliens and magic."

I later heard that some upstart from Baker Street actually did solve the case.