Title: Convict's story
by Joe from Lancashire | in writing, fiction
On a dark damp drooling day Damien puts on his suit for his wedding at twelve o clock. With only one hour left he got a knock on the door, he answered. The best man William is ready to take him Damien suddenly ran out of the house and headed for the hills.
At the hills, the wind howling but Damien was nowhere to be seen. The daylight was shining onto the hills almost as if it was helping us to find William but William was nowhere to be seen.
William ran like the wind to find Damien before the wedding started. He fell down a ditch, and there he found Damien. There in the ditch, lying, was a dead corpse. It was only a few days old. Thinking they needed to get rid of the corpse. Because if they didn't they would be accused of murder the corpse had a bag on its head. Trying their hardest to lift the corpse out, in the view of the graveyard. An eye witness eating a pie saw this happening and ran like a speeding torpedo to the police station. This did not look good on the convict.
The police approached with the click of a finger armed heavily as if a convict was on the loose, and caught me like a tiger hunts its prey. I stood stranded nervously, flooded with suspicious eyes.
My mother Credits: By Matthew and Joe. vanders.
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