This folder is for all prose that is suspenseful, or could be considered a thiller.
Foxy Criminal by Sammur-amat, literature
Literature
Foxy Criminal
Charge Detective Ace was a man of many talents. A past cop syndicate never caught, turned over a new leaf, and is now a brilliant head of a detective agency.
New leaf and all, there was still one vice Charge Ace could never let go of, his love of women. He practically had as many crime case files as he had files on past, present, and future partners. He had plenty of crime case files, mind you. That aside, Ace keeps a secret so dark, so deep, that it still haunts this dashing detective's mind, and now here it is, creeping out before him in the form of a case file on his desk this unusually chilly April morning.
Her name was Helena, and she
To be able to kill, once more, would've felt like heaven.
He imagined himself being on the streets again, in a big yet quiet town. He imagined himself walking behind a middle-aged woman, maybe arm in arm with her grumpy husband. He would pass her, slowly, while observing the wrinkled face, some locks of grey hair unconcealed. The extravagant Gucci, which was meant to show how different she was— obviously, she was just as different as every woman of her age. The clamping high-heeled shoes, blue veins meandering through her skin. He could smell her perfume, a strong scent of dated nail polish and petrol. He would probably give her a pol
He forced a smile upon his face and gazed through the grey, steel bars in his small room. The square outside, three levels lower, was plain and without any sign of vegetation whatsoever. He wasn't allowed to go outside, but couldn't care less about some asphalt-covered plaza. He had always loved nature. The smell of freshly sown grass, the sight of the trees dancing at the rhythm of wild winds and the absolute feeling of insignificance that used to overwhelm him. Nothing would matter, he wouldn't matter. He missed that feeling like hell. Shades of green covered most of his dreams, and it soothed him somewhat that his unconsciousness hadn't fo
The boy was trembling in fear, eighteen feet above the ground. After a quick glance down, he knew his fears had been fulfilled. They were here.
He had been sitting there for hours, grateful for every second he could spend away from them. This spot, hidden between the branches of the highest tree in a three mile radius, was perfect for such purposes, although he knew they'd come looking for him, eventually. But he'd always been so certain that they would never actually find him. In his childish naivety he'd always hoped for the best, he'd always hoped for a place he could finally call home. Pressed against the thick stem, mud all over his fac
Atop a flickering streetlight sat a small bird, emblazoned with a fiery red chest. A fine, misty rain cascaded through the pulsing light; almost like a nervous, timid heartbeat which faltered and went out. It was the only light of the twelve or so other lights in range that had gone out, so to those people walking past, this absence was hardly a huge inconvenience. Most scurried past quickly due to the light rain, but in their hearts they paced faster to reach to glow of the next streetlight. There is something uncomfortable about a darkness where there is supposed to be light. It draws the eye but the eye wants to escape it. And now the spot