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I.D.O. Chapter Three – My Father From Africa?

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , on October 3, 2011 by darkjade68

“I Died Once” – Writing Project

by DarkJade


That ride was very odd indeed. The rest of the way I didn’t say a word. When I sent that note to my father’s supposed address in Africa, I never for the life of me expected a reply, and certainly not like this.

Perhaps showing you the note might illuminate a few things.

Dear Father,

Fred has killed mother, and wrapped her in your living room rug.

Best fetch me at once, for he just took three close range shots at my bed with his revolver, fortunately I was out at the pool breathing my last breath.

Your Daughter, Mady

No indeed I did not. And yet, here he was, sitting next to me, almost on top of me really as I was squished between the old man and he. He finally spoke as he rolled a cigarette. “So what’s this you say about Breathing Your Last Breath…” “Huh? Oh… The Note… It’s nothing”. He looked at me “Nothing eh… Doesn’t sound like nothing” I did not reply, and instead went on looking straight ahead. “Oh well, maybe later than”. “So you brought Fred a Rug?” I’m not exactly sure why I asked that, perhaps some part of me wanted to talk to him on a more intimate level, but instead found the trivial. “Oh, yeah… You said he wrapped yer mum up in that African Rug I had in the living room… So I thought I’d give him a new one…” with this he looked at me “You know… As kind of a “I know what you did” message to his subconscious…”. This surprised me. “Uh, isn’t that kind of dangerous, I mean, he’s a Killer…” with this he smiled. “Oh no, I’m the killer, you should see my Library Wall at home, every hunt worthy beast in Africa has found their head mounted there”. “No, old Fred, I suspect, as I’ve always suspected, is just a Money Hungry Greedy Bastard, heh… And a sloppy Murderer at that”. Well, with this I had to agree with Dad… Dad? Ew, don’t think I like that. I’ll just call him Sam.

To Be Continued in Chapter Three (Part Two)…




I.D.O. Chapter 2.5 – And Then He Came

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , on October 2, 2011 by darkjade68

“I Died Once” – Writing Project

by DarkJade


And then he came…

On the eleventh day after my mothers death, an old pickup truck arrived in the driveway of my mothers estate. An old man drove it, and a man in an old brown leather jacket and a hat pulled down over his face got out of the passengers side. The man in the hats pants and boots were also very beaten down.

Now Fred ran out to the driveway arms flailing, assuming they had taken a wrong turn or something.

I took a bite out of my apple, this was getting good. The man in the hat merely pointed at the back of the pickup truck, and the old man took out what appeared to be a wrapped rug, threw it over his shoulder and headed towards the house.

At first Fred tried to stop him, then followed him in. This is when the man in the hat looked over my way and motioned for me to come quickly. Some how he knew I was behind the bush.

What would I do? What could I do. Before I knew it I was sprinting at him and he quickly opened his door and shuffled me to the passenger side floor, then shut the door.

“Well, certainly appreciate the rug” suddenly I heard Fred’s voice. It was the first time I had heard it since the night he killed my mother. Terror filled me, my heart started to beat rapidly, and I began to sweat.

“Who did you say sent it”

“A man called Sam Monroe, from Africa…” “Oh, okay, well thank you…”

“Can I get you two gentleman a drink?” please say no… I thought to myself. “Nope, we’ll be on our way…” spoke the man in the hat. He had a notably soothing voice, which seemed to calm me a bit. And a huge knife on his belt, that didn’t hurt either.

“Very well, thanks again…” and we left.

The old man never looked down at me curled on the floor, as if the man in the hat had told him to expect a visitor.

After a while, the man in the hat looked down at me “You can come up now…” and so I did hesitently.

“How did you know I was in the bushes?” I managed.

“In Africa, you must always be watchful of things in the brush…”


“Yup, and that’s where we’re headed”.

He then did the oddest thing, he stuck his hand out “My names Sam by the way… Sam Monroe”.

End Of Chapter Two




I.D.O. Chapter Two – Mother No More

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on September 30, 2011 by darkjade68

“I Died Once” – Writing Project

by DarkJade

CHAPTER TWO (Part One) – Mother No More

Slowly I brought my head out of the water, and peeked over the ridge of the pool. My dark blue eyes piercing through the darkness, into our living room inside.

Fred looked to be holding one of our ivory horse bookends. He sat it down, and grabbed my mother’s feet as she lay motionless on the floor.

The next things that happened became a bit of a blur, but I believe he wrapped her in her favorite African rug, a gift from my mysterious father.

He then made his way to my room, he looked to be holding a gun. I watched, frozen, in shock, and horror.

When he reached my room, he didn’t turn on my light. He simply fired three shots into my bed. We had no nearby neighbors, so no one was likely to hear the shots, or see the flashing of light through my window. No one but me.

After this, he went back to the living room, picked up my mother who was now wrapped in the African rug, and took her out the front door. I assume he put the body in the trunk of his car. He then drove off.

In a trance of a sort, I got out of the pool, grabbed my pajamas, and went inside the house. I hesitantly made my way into the living room, holding my pajamas in my arms. There was a small amount of blood on the floor, and I was dripping water.

I quickly made my way to my bedroom where my bedding and bed had been ripped up from the gun shots. I got some clothes on, sat down at my desk, wrote a short note and put it in an envelope. I then opened a wooden box, said to have been sent from my father from Africa. Inside of it I took out a scrap of paper with an address in Africa on it, I copied the address onto the envelope.

I then ran outside and put the note into the mail box.

After this, I went to Tommy’s home, he said I could stay with them well I waited.

And waited I did.

I simply told his parents that they were fumigating our estate, and I didn’t want to stay in a hotel with my mother and Fred, who was actually my step father.

What a shock it must have been for Fred, when the next morning he found that my body wasn’t there.

He favored himself a hunter, and so I would imagine the hunt was on.

Each day I would make my way to my mothers estate hiding in the bushes near the long half circle driveway. For the first few days, the Police would come, I avoided the days they would search for me.

How did he explain it, originally his plan might have been that my mother shot me, and then disappeared. But what now, my mother and I simply left town?

And what about my mother’s body. How can he place the body somewhere where they could find it and still hope for her inheritance, when I am still missing. If her money is what he’s after.

He must be very stressed right now, very stressed indeed. With this I smile slightly.

After a week or so of doing this, I had got into a bit of a routine. A simple breakfast with Tommy’s family, and when I say simple, I mean boxed cereal. Followed by a journey from their home to my mother’s estate, where I lay behind the bushes and watch Fred tear out of the driveway in his little silver convertible that my mother bought him last Valentines Day. Happy V-Day Fred. And then he’d return skidding into the long curved driveway, and rush inside the house.

Poor Betsy was let go at some point, I don’t think Fred wanted anyone else around.

And to be honest with you, Fred wasn’t all together that couth. At this point, I think he had become the main suspect, as detective’s came and went frequently.

To Be Continued in Chapter Two (Part Two)…




I.D.O. Chapter One – State of Murder

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on September 30, 2011 by darkjade68

Just a Note to my Readers, “I Died Once” is just a Working Title. Chances are it will not be the Final Name. Enjoy

“I Died Once”

by DarkJade

CHAPTER ONE – State of Murder

I sat alone, legs crossed, in my short black skirt in the waiting room of yet another know all, fix all Quack of my mothers finding.

I am a fifteen year old girl, five foot eight, lean, dark haired, blue eyed, with skin not as fair as I might like.

I crossed my arms tightly, feeling the softness of my dark blue sweater, a gift from my fathers mother, some two or three Christmas’s ago.

My father… What a joke that is, a “Pilot in Africa” they say. How nondescript.

“Caroline Monroe” the nurse called out, I pretended not to hear her. Besides, my name is Mady. My mothers, mothers, mothers name. Madeline that is.

“Excuse me miss, are you Miss Caroline Monroe?” the nurse leaned over at me.

“Mady…” I replied. “Oh yes, your mother mentioned you go by Mady”.

“Nice of you to listen…” I spat, and rose from my seat, and grabbed my small blue rhinestone bag. A gift from a cousin… Well, actually, I took it.

The next two or so hours would be the non-interested Doctor Spiner asking me many, many questions. And lets face it, who cares what the answers were, in the end it would all be the same.

“Now Caroline…” “Mady!” I replied profusely. “Oh yes, your mother mentioned that you prefer your middle name”. “Did she now” I sighed. “Now Mady, I want you to take two of these pills twice a day…” he handed me a large bottle. “It will help you to relax”.

On the long ride home, going anywhere with my mother was a long ride home, I stared blankly out the window which was open slightly. Discretely I would drop one pill after another onto the outside road. “Plink, Plink, Plink”.

When we arrived at my mothers home, a large estate left to her from her industrious father, I quickly made my way up the long windy stairs– “Now Mady…” but not quickly enough. I turned to face her.

Now my mother had a long faced countenance, and over dressed for every occasion. I believe she was wearing a ball gown.

“Yes Mother” I replied. “Betsy is preparing a fine dinner, do be back down in no more than fifteen minutes will you darling…” “Okey Dokey…” I turned away. “Your father and I shall be going out…” I turned and faced her once more. “Fred is not my father…” “Oh Mady, must you be so–” “Honest? Yes” I interjected. “I was going to say–” but I was already up the stairs, and into my room SLAM! “–difficult” she muttered to herself.

As I sat alone in the dark, staring at the ceiling, I could here Betsy quietly enter and set a tray of food on my desk. She always did, she wasn’t so bad. But she wasn’t worth staying for.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big fluffy roll… How delightful. Tommy would really like this.

Just then a small pebble struck my window, as it did every evening at this hour. I opened my window to see Tommy Wilkens standing down below. As he always did.

I quickly lowered down the food tray to him, and then back up again. “Thank you Mady…” he whispered just audibly enough that I should hear him, and I waved to him as he snuck off to his home, some one or two miles down the road. His family lived in a back shack of another estate, as his father was their Gardner.

Tommy’s family was very poor however, as the job did not pay well, being at the mercy of the tightly fisted Johnsons. I had fed him for years. Who would feed him when I was gone?

When midnight struck, I made my way to our large pool in the back. Beyond Mothers Roses.

Before the pool, I stripped down completely, why ruin a perfectly good set of flannel pajamas. And dove in…

Under the water was beautiful, and quiet. Above I could see all the brilliant stars.

Now I was a decent swimmer, so this may take a few minutes as I sat on the bottom of the pool. And that’s when I heard the scream.

End of Chapter One