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Witness Marks (part 2)
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Dear Auria Prologue
Prologue THe pavement was composed of bricks layered in a neat way, the cracks were filled with cement thus creating a smooth ride for the carriages and steam- powered vehicles. If one were to look up from the road and the pavement, they would see buildings—mostly lodges or apartments— that are in the colour of brown or in the hue of a ‘nude’palette, the materials were also made of bricks, even the roofs. Most of the buildings were two to three story high, their windows as tall as the room itself accompanied with a balcony for someone to look from or maybe have a cup of tea in the night,but the balcony was mostly used by the onlookers observing the surroundings and its happenings. Lamp posts were in every corner of the street, providing light when the darkness of the night fell. Of course, it uses oil as the steam cannot generate enough power to have an electric lamp post yet, but the government was certainly allocating funds for the invention of such an idea; furthermore, many loc
Last Updated : 2023-08-07Dear Auria The First Murder (part 1)
The First Murder (part 1) Police sirens were blaring all over the streets while the red and blue lights were flashing, effectively blinding anyone who was stupid enough to stare at them. Police officers were busy managing the onlooking crowd as they tried to get closer to the scene, and it was even more harder when the media arrived and bombarded everyone with questions. It did not help that the rain poured even harder, it did not help that it was at the dead of the night. Somehow, things just seem to get worse and worse. “YOU! Yes, you there! Get the media away from here, they are disturbing us!” a senior police officer shouted at the young one. His brows were scrunched as he saw how problematic the scene was. Not only is it raining, in the middle of the night and has too many onlookers even if they should be inside their home at this hour, it does not help when the status of the person is something very popular. “Can someone please manage the crowd!?” he shouted again. “Excuse
Last Updated : 2023-08-09Dear Auria The First Murder (part 2)
The First Murder (part 2) Poor miss Auria Martinez was seen as a crying mess that night. Media focused on her teary eyes as she sobbed away. Jack tried to comfort her but it was to no avail. Eventually, Auria was led back inside her car by her driver and was driven away. The media tried to get something from her, or anything that they could put in their articles for tomorrow morning’s newspaper. As she went away, Azrick and Jack went back to the crime scene and talked more with the Detective Olive. Ducking down the police tape, Azrick called towards Detective Olive. “Oi mate, anything new?” Olive turned his head towards his former co- workers and said, “Sorry mate, nothing new. How about the girl?” “Went home. She was a crying mess, poor miss Auria.” Jack replied this time, looking at the crime scene. The body of the victim, John Albert Tristan, was being put in a body bag to be transported in a morgue for an autopsy. They hope they could get a permission from his family or even
Last Updated : 2023-08-10Dear Auria The First Murder (part 3)
The First Murder (part 3) “How is she doing?” Mr. Tevyat asked, taking his coat off from his shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack near the door, he took his hat too and also hung it on the coat rack. Jack came after, holding a box of cupcakes--- cookies and cream flavour--- just like how Auria likes them. Jack took off his coat too and put it beside Azrick’s before being led by the maid to where Auria was at the moment. “The miss has yet to heal. I do not think she will ever heal from this. Shedoes not eat, nor does she take showers anymore despite her being an advocate for hygiene. We rarely see her out of her room and would only go out to drink a glass of water and nothing more.” The devastation in the voice of the maid was very evident, her face was downcast and her head hung low. She is affected by the situation of her mistress. Well, all are affected. It had been four days since the incident. Four days since the death of John Albert Tristan--- her lover. Four days withou
Last Updated : 2023-08-21Dear Auria A Walk by the Bridge (part 1)
A Walk by the Bridge (part 1) It has already been two weeks after the incident, after the death of John Albert Tristan. People were still shocked that a kind and famous person was already gone in their world in a blink of an eye, people were still mourning the loss of the showbiz industry as they visited the funeral of him, people still cannot believe what happened. The full article of the murder was published by numerous news paper companies a week ago, five days after the day of the crime. The people were shocked by the news and were puzzled as to why someone would do such a thing to a kind person— they knew John Albert Tristan as someone who has no haters— a rare instance in the world of actors and actresses. And yet they were welcomed by the news. Of course, the whole story was not published, there were some omissions from some part. It is so— by the reasoning of the police— to keep the investigation as clean as possible and to keep the people from pestering them, they already
Last Updated : 2023-10-20Dear Auria A Walk by the Bridge (part 2)
A Walk by the Bridge (part 2) It looked like it would rain any moment as the grey clouds were hanging low from the sky and a chilly breeze bellowed on the people mourning for the death of someone they knew. A thick fog covered the feet of those near the grave while some were slowly walking away, deeming it time to go to their homes but still crying on their way. Some opted to stay, wanting to be with the dead one a little longer as they cannot accept their untimely death. Umbrellas ready and their handkerchief by the hand, sobs and wails continued to echo in the cemetery as the time went on. However, all the people present at the funeral of John Albert Tristan failed to realise one thing: someone was missing. Someone who they thought would not be absent to such an event… was actually not there, not even for a little while. They only realised when everyone was gone from the funeral, “Where is she?” the cameraman asked, ready to snap a picture of her mourning face to put it on the tabl
Last Updated : 2024-02-26Dear Auria Witness Marks (part 1)
Witness Marks (part 1)That little interaction with the stalker had led Auria into the deep hole of paranoia. She refuses to let anybody in, or out of her home; she rarely ever gets out of her room and she made sure that all windows were always closed— barred with thick curtains, locked and secured… The only thing missing was for her to board up her windows for extra measures— but she was still cautious that ever before. She has yet to have a full and peaceful sleep. Everytime that she closes her eyes, the memories from that day come back immediately. She remembers it all so vividly: his cold voice that is low in register and has a growl in it, his stature that looked to be a bit skinny yet muscular, his loud breathes that would stain the window with steam and blurr his face, and his cold and menacing eyes that were calculative— capable of bypassing her defences, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable— his eyes that were a glowing blue and focused on her and solely her. Just the
Last Updated : 2024-05-31
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Dear Auria Witness Marks (part 2)
Witness Marks (part 2) Azrick, with adrenaline in his veins, shouted as he approached the windows. He swayed the curtains with his hand only to be surprised by a cardboard cutout of a man with a gun. Nothing more, but a mere cardboard cutout. People were in a panic when the car of Mr. Tevyat was forcefully opened and then a bloody body of a woman was put inside, then they drove off. The murmurs of the people around became louder, even louder from when they heard a gunshot and shattered glasses. The bystanders put two and two together and have come up with the possible story: a woman is shot inside the office of the famous detective.As Azrick sped off to the nearest hospital, Jack was left on the scene to preserve the crime scene and to do some crowd control. “Excuse me, can you please call the police and tell them to come here immediately? Tell them it's about Detective Tvyat.” Jack said to a man nearby who heeded his favour. While the man was calling the police, the assistant mad
Dear Auria Witness Marks (part 1)
Witness Marks (part 1)That little interaction with the stalker had led Auria into the deep hole of paranoia. She refuses to let anybody in, or out of her home; she rarely ever gets out of her room and she made sure that all windows were always closed— barred with thick curtains, locked and secured… The only thing missing was for her to board up her windows for extra measures— but she was still cautious that ever before. She has yet to have a full and peaceful sleep. Everytime that she closes her eyes, the memories from that day come back immediately. She remembers it all so vividly: his cold voice that is low in register and has a growl in it, his stature that looked to be a bit skinny yet muscular, his loud breathes that would stain the window with steam and blurr his face, and his cold and menacing eyes that were calculative— capable of bypassing her defences, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable— his eyes that were a glowing blue and focused on her and solely her. Just the
Dear Auria A Walk by the Bridge (part 2)
A Walk by the Bridge (part 2) It looked like it would rain any moment as the grey clouds were hanging low from the sky and a chilly breeze bellowed on the people mourning for the death of someone they knew. A thick fog covered the feet of those near the grave while some were slowly walking away, deeming it time to go to their homes but still crying on their way. Some opted to stay, wanting to be with the dead one a little longer as they cannot accept their untimely death. Umbrellas ready and their handkerchief by the hand, sobs and wails continued to echo in the cemetery as the time went on. However, all the people present at the funeral of John Albert Tristan failed to realise one thing: someone was missing. Someone who they thought would not be absent to such an event… was actually not there, not even for a little while. They only realised when everyone was gone from the funeral, “Where is she?” the cameraman asked, ready to snap a picture of her mourning face to put it on the tabl
Dear Auria A Walk by the Bridge (part 1)
A Walk by the Bridge (part 1) It has already been two weeks after the incident, after the death of John Albert Tristan. People were still shocked that a kind and famous person was already gone in their world in a blink of an eye, people were still mourning the loss of the showbiz industry as they visited the funeral of him, people still cannot believe what happened. The full article of the murder was published by numerous news paper companies a week ago, five days after the day of the crime. The people were shocked by the news and were puzzled as to why someone would do such a thing to a kind person— they knew John Albert Tristan as someone who has no haters— a rare instance in the world of actors and actresses. And yet they were welcomed by the news. Of course, the whole story was not published, there were some omissions from some part. It is so— by the reasoning of the police— to keep the investigation as clean as possible and to keep the people from pestering them, they already
Dear Auria The First Murder (part 3)
The First Murder (part 3) “How is she doing?” Mr. Tevyat asked, taking his coat off from his shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack near the door, he took his hat too and also hung it on the coat rack. Jack came after, holding a box of cupcakes--- cookies and cream flavour--- just like how Auria likes them. Jack took off his coat too and put it beside Azrick’s before being led by the maid to where Auria was at the moment. “The miss has yet to heal. I do not think she will ever heal from this. Shedoes not eat, nor does she take showers anymore despite her being an advocate for hygiene. We rarely see her out of her room and would only go out to drink a glass of water and nothing more.” The devastation in the voice of the maid was very evident, her face was downcast and her head hung low. She is affected by the situation of her mistress. Well, all are affected. It had been four days since the incident. Four days since the death of John Albert Tristan--- her lover. Four days withou
Dear Auria The First Murder (part 2)
The First Murder (part 2) Poor miss Auria Martinez was seen as a crying mess that night. Media focused on her teary eyes as she sobbed away. Jack tried to comfort her but it was to no avail. Eventually, Auria was led back inside her car by her driver and was driven away. The media tried to get something from her, or anything that they could put in their articles for tomorrow morning’s newspaper. As she went away, Azrick and Jack went back to the crime scene and talked more with the Detective Olive. Ducking down the police tape, Azrick called towards Detective Olive. “Oi mate, anything new?” Olive turned his head towards his former co- workers and said, “Sorry mate, nothing new. How about the girl?” “Went home. She was a crying mess, poor miss Auria.” Jack replied this time, looking at the crime scene. The body of the victim, John Albert Tristan, was being put in a body bag to be transported in a morgue for an autopsy. They hope they could get a permission from his family or even
Dear Auria The First Murder (part 1)
The First Murder (part 1) Police sirens were blaring all over the streets while the red and blue lights were flashing, effectively blinding anyone who was stupid enough to stare at them. Police officers were busy managing the onlooking crowd as they tried to get closer to the scene, and it was even more harder when the media arrived and bombarded everyone with questions. It did not help that the rain poured even harder, it did not help that it was at the dead of the night. Somehow, things just seem to get worse and worse. “YOU! Yes, you there! Get the media away from here, they are disturbing us!” a senior police officer shouted at the young one. His brows were scrunched as he saw how problematic the scene was. Not only is it raining, in the middle of the night and has too many onlookers even if they should be inside their home at this hour, it does not help when the status of the person is something very popular. “Can someone please manage the crowd!?” he shouted again. “Excuse
Dear Auria Prologue
Prologue THe pavement was composed of bricks layered in a neat way, the cracks were filled with cement thus creating a smooth ride for the carriages and steam- powered vehicles. If one were to look up from the road and the pavement, they would see buildings—mostly lodges or apartments— that are in the colour of brown or in the hue of a ‘nude’palette, the materials were also made of bricks, even the roofs. Most of the buildings were two to three story high, their windows as tall as the room itself accompanied with a balcony for someone to look from or maybe have a cup of tea in the night,but the balcony was mostly used by the onlookers observing the surroundings and its happenings. Lamp posts were in every corner of the street, providing light when the darkness of the night fell. Of course, it uses oil as the steam cannot generate enough power to have an electric lamp post yet, but the government was certainly allocating funds for the invention of such an idea; furthermore, many loc
