The Murder Room — Updates
Hello everyone! It’s been a few weeks since we announced the Murder Room collaboration and quite a few talented writers have signed up. We hope the plot’s progressing well for all of you. In case, you have any questions, please do leave a comment or a note and we will clarify asap!
If you would like feedback from the Chalkboard Editors prior to publishing, please submit earlier drafts with a note at the top, saying “TK for feedback.”
If you are seeing this just now, don’t worry. You can still sign up to write (until the last date i.e. 25th of May). Please leave a comment on this or the main story and we will add you to the list.
Excerpts from upcoming stories
Some of our wonderful writers have started sending in their stories. So, we thought we could offer you an excerpt from one of them. The amazing Aura Wilming has written a tantalising murder story and here’s the first few paragraphs of that story. Enjoy!
Nor Hell A Fury Like A Woman Scorned
A Millennial Noir
Riley Straus stood leaning against the trunk of a patrol vehicle and lit his cigarette. As usual, the fist exhale of smoke came with a curse on the cold poorly lit garage and a wave of nostalgia for the days when he could simply lean back in his desk chair, light up and stare at the case file in front of him through the haze of smoke. He was convinced he did his best thinking while smoking. It was his form of meditation, rolling the slender tube between his fingers, looking for patterns in the smoke rising off the tip.
Those days were long gone. If he were to smoke in his office now, half the station would lynch him. As a compromise, he had been told that he could vape in the office if he wanted to. They had even given him a fancy vape-cigarette for his birthday last year. He had thanked them through clenched teeth with his biggest fake smile and thrown the wretched thing in the trash as soon as no one was looking. Vaping. Ha! Not in a million years. And so, he made the trek to the garage multiple times a day to reflect bitterly on the changing times. “I’m getting too old for this job,” he muttered while he exhaled another cloud of cigarette smoke.
The world was going to hell in a hand basket. Like his latest case, it bothered him much more than it should. “Why, detective Straus, are you jealous of a dead man?” the voice of his ex wife sounded in his head, amused, mockingly, and as usual dead on.
[To be continued…]
Please come back on 31st May to read the ending of this and more great stories!
Writers
(in alphabetical order)
