The Adventures of Malachi Norton: The Mystery of the Missing Memory_A Walk in His Shoes_Sweet Treat_
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The Adventures of Malachi Norton: The Mystery of the Missing Memory
My dear friend Malachi Norton and I received letters and callers at our London apartments seeking our detective services on a nearly daily basis, but even so, my friend refused to interest himself in any of the cases, claming they lacked novelty. Average, run-of-the-mill crime had always bored him; he craved a challenge worthy of his outstanding mental capabilities. The nearly catatonic appearance of my friend, sitting motionless in his armchair, remained unchanged for the major portion of the day. He was seated thus in perfect silence, his gaunt features showing no traces of life, before he ...
A Walk in His Shoes
The cold air whipped in spirals down the snow-covered streets picking up the loose layers of snow and displacing the flakes in separate piles, constantly shifting their structures in the win. Past the mounds of snow, curled in a small mound of himself was a man. He was shifting slowly with the wind himself, his back supported by a white brick layered wall of an older worn building. This man, a man some who some may have called a hero in many years past, now sat passed by as a nobodywww.onedoor.cc to many. In his past, he was called Ducky. He earned his title in Vietnam as a gambler amongst his troops, the...
Sweet Treat
I haven’t stepped foot in my family’s manor since I was a teenager, I realize as my cabbie passes through the manor’s tall, heavy, gates. The path up to the manor is long, I forgot, although it’s long it’s beautiful, so I don’t mind it. The path is surrounded by vibrant American elm trees. As the cabbie drives closer and closer to the manor, memories of my childhood start rushing back. I remember when my little brother and I used to play hide and go seek, it was especially fun because we had so much space to hide. But then I remember the last time my little brother and I played hide and seek,...
Unknown Future
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked the same, the thing was she had seen it when she was born and spent a little time there. Not sure exactly why she stood in front of the house. It was hers now, left to her by her grandmother in her will. The house was a mansion. It’s been in her family for generations. There was something about the house that she could not place her finger on it, but she was going to figure it out. She just wasn’t sure exactly how this would end. All she knew was she had a new home, just had to figure out what she was going to do with...