The Framed Murder, Jack A. Ling [fiction book recommendations txt] 📗

As I lie about my bed. As thought clouds my head. I hear the distant sound of a child. Crying. Dare my ears to deceive me? Is this all but a trick? I wait for no answer and head for the kitchen to locate the sound. In entering the kitchen a sudden turn of events shook me wildly. As I turn the corner, the sudden smash if glass fills my ears. I run forward to discover the glass doll of my daughter hath been destroyed. The sound repeats from my room. What is this? May god be misinterpreting my world? I walk to my room and see nothing but my dog. All of the ordinary until my eyes fall upon my dog. The eyes of the animal quiver in fear. I follow the direction of the dog's gaze to find a horrific sight. My daughter lying upon a pool of blood! I rush and kneel to her. "What hath happened?" Demands I to my daughter. No reply. I assume the death of she. As the assumption is made, I hear my wife open the door to the house. I run to the body and pick my daughter up. I then clean the blood. I rush to the door with my daughter's body and set her on the ground. As I set her on the ground, I take bricks (which match those of my house) and cement. I use a shovel to break the small section of the wall to pieces. How it felt to destroy! I set my daughter in the chamber. I put up the bricks and cement them. Accomplished, I run to the front door. In entering the home, I see my wife taking a nap on the coach. I slowly walk to my son's room. I see him talking a nap as well. But what be this? A stain near the boy's hands! I run to investigate. Blood! Handsome blood! Blood on his hands! Hath my son killed she? I await no answer! I take my hand to his neck and snap it! Oh yes! Wonderful! "No!" Screams my wife. She grabs at me. I stop her. I grab her hands and snap them backwards! She falls to the ground unable. I stomp upon her face several times. Upon finishing, the face of she is no more! "So she framed the death of our daughter on our son. Then she wanted to send him a prison, not death!" Realizes I. I run to the grave of my daughter, to pay my respects. Upon praying, I hear a faint sound. Banging and screaming on the bricks!

Publication Date: 10-08-2011

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