Clueless

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This very short story is based on... Wait, I can't tell you! It will ruin the story!

Submitted: April 29, 2016

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Submitted: April 29, 2016

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I can't believe it. That was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. The events that went on over the last three weeks... Where do I even start?
My job is to hold candles. And, no, I am not an ordinary human. I am a candlestick. Anyway, I was in the study, minding my own business, when a guy walked in wearing a yellow suit. He was arguing with someone.
"Where's the money!?"
"I don't have the money!"
"I know you have the money!"
"Well, I don't."
"Wait... I thought you did..."
"I guess I don't. Problem solved."
"Hey! That doesn't solve any problems!"
And then it started. The fight, that is. Things were getting thrown. Fists, teeth, chairs, even pianos... You name it. They weren't near the windowsill, though. That`s where I was.
The other man pulled out a gun. Not the one in the yellow suit, but the other one. Let's call him Mr. Body. I got worried as they inched closer and closer to me. The yellow man's intentions were to grab me, I guessed. Mr. Body must have been following only so that he could blow his brains out.
And all of the sudden, out of the blue I felt a warm, sweaty palm grasp me for dear life. He lifted me over his head, and quickly brought it back down, and struck Mr. Body smack on the old bean, again and again. I really wish that he would stop. This hurt so much. I thought that I would die! Of all of the things that the yellow man could have grabbed, why did I need to be the unlucky one?. Why me?
The blood was everywhere. Not mine, but Mr. Body's. I couldn't take it anymore. I hurt so much.
And suddenly, it was over. The yellow man quickly cleaned up the mess and dragged Mr. Body's body out of the room. Finally. It was over.
Yep, three weeks. There are people here trying to find the murderer. I sure hope they do, because I'm still quite sore. I know who it was. I really wish I could tell them! It was Colonel Mustard, in the study, with the candlestick.


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