BEING A TOP detective doesn’t always mean you’ll be familiar with the person running the town you’re protecting. And that’s the case for August, who sat across Charles to asses him whether or not he has murdered her secretary. “Morning, Mr. Mayor,” August greeted, emitting the good. “Likewise.” Both of

THE SILENT CONSULTATIONS of August and Bright t’wards the faceted tips of the start of their investigation echoed like a canyon reverberating their thoughts back at them.  “Four perfect alibis, one memory-loss, and the mayor of the...us.” Bright was recapping the two-hour interview with the potential suspects. He stood leaned at the doorway to listen if a commotion rises outside.  “All present evidences lead towards an external suspect but my gut tells me that’s not the case.” To August, the death seemed so specifically crafted that there’s only a small chance of her dying to a third-party. "If it’s none of these six, then it has to be a

YOU CAN SPOT a man who’s seen the reaper countless times in his undying life by the sheer nonchalance they’d have while staring a barrel point-blank in the eye. The scythes of the rowing psychopomp never took it to them to carry this man towards the afterlife to prevent the screams of the perished ceasing to sing about pain, but rather fear.  For even as Albert held the Glock at Pierre’s face, his own sweat gave him away while the terminator made literally one shudder from the gunner. That made Albert totally recall his arms as he tried to stay potent. “Clean, swift and precise, right?” He tried his best to

THE SUSTAINING LOWER line and the half-note see-saws of Maksim Mrvca’s Claudine woke the shady tree-named man from his 8-hour sleep. He opened his eyes, lowered his legs from his straightened body to meet his bedroom slippers.  He sat there at the bedside to savour the 52-key awakening ballad more during this weekday of a morning. Then, exactly after 4 minutes and 31 seconds, he switched the music to the more upbeat one.  Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers seemed like an obvious choice, so he went with it. And with the amazing half a minute mark of a height elevation, he switched from

ALL AROUND THE world, a number of people continued to suffer from things that they, either did not mean to do, or have forgotten something they did. No, this is just not a case of the Mondays, or a 2009 comedy film by Todd Philips; this is a more serious form of unwillingness. This coercion-type feat grew at an alarming rate as more people became susceptible to light-headed, one-sided conversation conversions. And though most people use this method for therapy or for medicine, there are more fatalistic apriorism that this process.  There had been some reports of different ways they’ve had the experience. Some tell of the method that used their memories of the past to expose some of their strongest emotions. Others say they’ve been heavily suggested the things they didn’t