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Title: CRWR 200/2022 – Introduction to Creative Writing Assignment 1 – Short Fiction
Description: A Little Light After a Dark Dawn The drizzle outside the window betrayed the usual day break in this corner of New London. Gerrard sat up from his bed dodging his head slightly to avoid the bulb above his top bunker bed. At six foot five, eighteen stone, and rough faced, Gerrard was the gentlest giant in the hostel he had stayed in for the last seven months. He had no trouble getting off the bunker bed. His large physical frame had its advantages. He was in and out of the bathroom in a blink. He wore his trousers in haste and his shirt remained half-way unbuttoned. He was only halfway into wearing his favorite brown leather jacket when he jumped outside his room and dashed through the corridor to the front door of the building. He was late. Again! He dashed through the door of his friend’s coffee shop where he worked. ‘I am so sorry I am late’. ‘Please refill the milk reservoir’ the boss told Gerrard as he brushed off his apology.
Description: A Little Light After a Dark Dawn The drizzle outside the window betrayed the usual day break in this corner of New London. Gerrard sat up from his bed dodging his head slightly to avoid the bulb above his top bunker bed. At six foot five, eighteen stone, and rough faced, Gerrard was the gentlest giant in the hostel he had stayed in for the last seven months. He had no trouble getting off the bunker bed. His large physical frame had its advantages. He was in and out of the bathroom in a blink. He wore his trousers in haste and his shirt remained half-way unbuttoned. He was only halfway into wearing his favorite brown leather jacket when he jumped outside his room and dashed through the corridor to the front door of the building. He was late. Again! He dashed through the door of his friend’s coffee shop where he worked. ‘I am so sorry I am late’. ‘Please refill the milk reservoir’ the boss told Gerrard as he brushed off his apology.
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CRWR 200/2022 – Introduction to Creative Writing
Assignment One – Short Fiction
No of Words: 1,453
DISCLAIMER: This story contains content about murder and crime
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I have no personal relationship or connection whatsoever to the subject matter of this
story
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Any resemblance, therefore, to
any real people or places is purely coincidental
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Gerrard sat up from his bed dodging his head slightly to avoid the bulb above his top bunker bed
...
He had no trouble getting off the bunker bed
...
He was in and out of the bathroom in a blink
...
He was only halfway into wearing
his favorite brown leather jacket when he jumped outside his room and dashed through the
corridor to the front door of the building
...
Again! He dashed through the door of his
friend’s coffee shop where he worked
...
‘Please refill the milk reservoir’
the boss told Gerrard as he brushed off his apology
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They grew up and went to school together
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He’d just been released from prison after a wrongful conviction
that had taken away three and half years of his life
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Although they were separated he still loved her and
grief had engulfed him for weeks before Big Jon came and offered him something to keep him
busy
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‘I call dibs on the first short break after
the rush hour’ one of his co-workers shouted half-jokingly
...
No sooner had Gerrard placed the donuts in front of the customer than the front doors of the
coffee shop swung open almost banging on the walls that held them upright
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Only that this time the
ceremonial smiles were nowhere to be found
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The other two
stood ready with their hands on their side arms with holsters open
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Kray, you are under arrest for the murder of Chelsea Kray…
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He didn’t know how much time had passed but he was now downtown in a police cell hoping to
wake up from this day time nightmare
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The female detective pushed a file from the edge of her side of
the table and opened it at the midpoint between them
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‘We have photo and DNA evidence that you planned and killed your wife’ the detective said
pointing at the images and papers on the table
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She leaned forward and looked
intensely into his eyes squinting them slightly as if trying to see through him
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Confess and I will make sure you do not get the
death penalty’ she leaned back as if to portray her ability to do that
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After a brief disapproving glance at
him, she stood, walked to the door, paused, glanced back at him
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Gerrard sank in his chair and put his face into his hands
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Immediately after his wife’s death, his widowed mother in-law had convinced him to let her keep
the children in the meantime while he got back to his feet
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Now this? He was devastated
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‘Tell me the everything they said to you and what you told them’, his lawyer said as he sat down
and ignored the look of horror on his client’s face
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Indeed, as the state prosecutor proved later, Chelsea’s car was tampered with before she
crushed into a tree on her way home from a work even on that fateful day
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‘I will leave no stone unturned to beat this case
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Prison
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It was like he had time travelled back two years
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It was
court day
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His lawyer wanted him to appear decent
before the judge and jury
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The case began with the prosecution making their case
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That is why her death
was assumed to be an accident caused by drunk driving
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‘Your honor’ the
prosecutor went on ‘not only does the defendant have enough mechanical knowledge to have
altered the ability of his ex-wife’s car brakes to work, the receipt of purchase for the substance
used on the victim was found in his hostel room’
...
As the defendant’s lawyer stood to speak, there was little to no doubt that Gerrard was guilty
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But not for long
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’ The room nodded in
agreement
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In the hours that followed, Gerrard’s lawyer showed the courtroom how a mysterious perpetrator
had procured the substance used to drug Chelsea but also acquired the services of a known
criminal to interfere with the mechanical workings of the victim’s car
...
It shows the perpetrator of this
heinous crime entering the shop where the substance used in this crime was procured’ the lawyer
invited the court assistant to play the video evidence
...
It was Jon Marshall
Brown, popularly known as Big Jon
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He was his childhood friend
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Throughout the court process, the defense lawyer had hired a private detective on behalf of
Gerrard
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They planned to get rid of
Chelsea who was against the affair but also of Gerrard who they had framed for a crime he did
not commit four and half years ago
...
‘Members of the Jury have you reached a verdict?’
‘Yes, your honor’
‘What say you in the case of Gerrard S
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The People?’
‘In the case of……
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Kray, NOT GUILTY!’
Gerrard could not hold back the tears cascading down his cheeks as he hugged his lawyer
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The state released
Chelsea’s house to her two daughters who were now in the care of their father
Title: CRWR 200/2022 – Introduction to Creative Writing Assignment 1 – Short Fiction
Description: A Little Light After a Dark Dawn The drizzle outside the window betrayed the usual day break in this corner of New London. Gerrard sat up from his bed dodging his head slightly to avoid the bulb above his top bunker bed. At six foot five, eighteen stone, and rough faced, Gerrard was the gentlest giant in the hostel he had stayed in for the last seven months. He had no trouble getting off the bunker bed. His large physical frame had its advantages. He was in and out of the bathroom in a blink. He wore his trousers in haste and his shirt remained half-way unbuttoned. He was only halfway into wearing his favorite brown leather jacket when he jumped outside his room and dashed through the corridor to the front door of the building. He was late. Again! He dashed through the door of his friend’s coffee shop where he worked. ‘I am so sorry I am late’. ‘Please refill the milk reservoir’ the boss told Gerrard as he brushed off his apology.
Description: A Little Light After a Dark Dawn The drizzle outside the window betrayed the usual day break in this corner of New London. Gerrard sat up from his bed dodging his head slightly to avoid the bulb above his top bunker bed. At six foot five, eighteen stone, and rough faced, Gerrard was the gentlest giant in the hostel he had stayed in for the last seven months. He had no trouble getting off the bunker bed. His large physical frame had its advantages. He was in and out of the bathroom in a blink. He wore his trousers in haste and his shirt remained half-way unbuttoned. He was only halfway into wearing his favorite brown leather jacket when he jumped outside his room and dashed through the corridor to the front door of the building. He was late. Again! He dashed through the door of his friend’s coffee shop where he worked. ‘I am so sorry I am late’. ‘Please refill the milk reservoir’ the boss told Gerrard as he brushed off his apology.