Just as I was half-way out of the room , I accidentally bumped into Mrs Jamie , family lawyer from Australia. She was holding an empty glass in one hand and a Chinese paper fan in the other. Without need to guess , she was coming to fill up her cup in the dining room. She seemed like an amiable and trusting lady from the first glance , so I softly tugged her hand as she was entering the room.
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Writers’ Journal #47 – Murder on the island resort – Part 3
I was then left standing by myself on the staircase with the envelope. My first thought was to ran after Mrs Smith and asked for for the explanation but I decided against it immediately. It seemed to me that she was clearly frightened out of her mind by the envelope I was holding. So I came back down to the lobby and then to the dining room to inquire whether any of my fellow guests could shed any lights on the matter.
Writers’ Journal #46 – Murder on the island resort – Part 2
The dinner started after the last of the guests had been seated. It was almost 30 min after I first stepped into the dining room and by then I was in full conversation with some of the guests who had arrived earlier. In total , there were 15 guests as I was told there were a few of them who left for the mainland that evening for personal issues and would be returning the next morning.
Writers’ Journal #45 – Murder on the island resort – Part 1
I arrived at the resort fully an hour after touching down at the airport. The shuttle-bus from the resort was waiting at the airport with the signboard of my name in the big red letters. After a few pleasantries , we exited the airport and towards the ferry where I understood the boat was waiting for me. The resort was entirely situated on a small island , totally cut-off from the main island. It made it very exclusive in any sense of the word.
Writer’s Journal #36 – Highway Horror
Some items were never meant to be seen nor touched by man. They existed only for itself to prove existence to the universe. The charred and blackened statue along the highway 35 was one of them. It was there even before the highway was built before the turn of the last century. Workmen who were…
Writers’ Journal #33 – Summer Snow
I would be dying soon and I am writing this to remind the future generation of the past. I was born in the year AD 2050 , when the earth was still blue planet and whales roamed the great oceans. My grandmother and I walked many miles along the beach and I , running after…
Writers’ Journal #30 – Horror Mirror
I was five years old when grandma passed away in England. I couldn’t remember anything about her but I was told we were very close. Apparently , we used to visit her every Christmas. I had nearly forgotten all about it till I turned twenty-one. Then I received a call from a man who said…