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Saturday, June 23, 2007

PRIME- Chapter 5

Sitting on the wooden chair, lost in the dark, Jenafur opened the cap of the Scotch whiskey, stuffing his face in his hands, he held out one wine glass from the shelf nearby, poured in the liquor. But before his lips could touch the rim of the wine glass, a knock at the door let the whisky fell out of the glass. He hesitated to stand, but before he could do that too, the figure entered and went straight forward to meet the other figure. Still not clearly visible in the dark.
‘Hey who are you?’ asked Jenafur
‘Don’t know me’ the other figure asked.
‘Who are you now?’
‘Your brother’
‘My brother’
‘Grevelauy’ Jenafur said as he switched on the lights. He face was filled with a look of surprise, happiness which changed back into a look full of depression. He seated back at the original position.
‘Hey! Whazzup Jen why is your face hangin’ like a piece of banana, crushed banana?’
‘No it’s not that’
‘Then what it is’
‘You know my boss’
‘That dickhead’
‘Hey he’s not that’
‘So what has happened to him?’
‘Flintop Sir are murdered’
‘Murdered! That’s really a bad news- so that’s why you were drinking’
‘I’ve just touched the glass- I’m drinking for his death and my success’
‘Your success in his death’
‘No! Damn you- the mayor has charged me the duty of the detective’
Grevealauy jumping to his knees. ‘Oh really! That’s great news- one for me too’
‘And why’ Jenafur began to speak as he took out another wine glass and began pouring liquor in it. ‘You didn’t told me why you here after a long time’
‘Just here don’t ya know I’ve finished my training’
‘Oh! So lets have it for that’ Jenafur said jollily as he struck the glasses "CHEERS" both spoke.
‘Isn’t it bitterer? Grevelauy inquired.
‘Ya tastes like’ Jenafur replied.
‘Hope you have added water’ Grevelauy said.
‘ Water, the one thing I always forget.’ Jenafur told as both cheered once again.

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PRIME- Chapter 4

4. Jenafur Strikes.
The door of Jenafur’s unfolded as the clock striked 10. He was traumatized as he discovered something on the floor. It was Flintop, Flintop Jones dead. Tears flowed from his eyes. At the sudden the hotel’s manager appeared. ‘What, What the hell, who did it- murder in my hotel Call on, Call the police’ he squalled in grief.
But before the police force occurred, a white limousine drove near the hotel. A whole crowd surrounded the hotel.
For getting one glimpse, just one glimpse of the mayor – Horcksheam Pigimi known for his loose tongue.
‘Oh shit! It’s the mayor now’ muffled ‘He will kill me for this death’ he said as he brimmed over to the lift.
Down he went to receive the all mighty mayor Horcksheam Pigimi. Huge dreadful eyes showing anger, frustration.
‘Sir!Sir!Sir! Please come .Welcome to Seve….’
‘Shut your ass you…’
‘Cut it, you ass hole- Take me to the murder spot’
‘Which murder Sir?’
‘Don’t fuck with me, don’t dare do’
‘All right sir-Have the lift sir’
‘Do you think I will use those stairs rather?’
‘No sir’
‘Hell no’Pigimi said as he entered the lift ‘Do you know you are standing with whom’
‘Sir you’
‘A waiter with a mayor’
‘Sir I am the manager of this hotel’
‘You look like a thrown away banana peel’ Pigimi launched spits off his mouth while shouting to him. He extracted out a brand new cigar ‘geek havin’ a lighter’ asked Pigimi
Roben checked his trousers pockets but wasn’t able to find it.
‘Bastard’ roared Pigimi as he drew off a lighter from his own pocket, lighted it up, touched Roben’s hand with the tip of cigar.
Roben yelped, Pigimi grinned and on they reached their destination the 11th Floor.
Pigimi stared ‘Damn fuck, is it Flintop’ he uttered as his face showed the expression of grief.
‘Ya sir’ replied the manager
‘Blast you, damn fucker, cant you call security you, ass hole- you knew that a great personality like Flintop needs cover’ scolded Pigimi. ‘And who is this bastard cryin’ at his body’ inquired Pigimi as he pointed Jenafur.
‘Sir he is Flintop’s secretary’
‘Good! Detective gets killed in your hotel and secretary remains alive’
Roben shook his head down
‘Hey you’ called out Pigimi to Jenafur
‘What’ Jenafur replied
‘You are Flintop’s secretary’
‘You look depressed by his death’
‘I am depressed by sir’s death’
‘Ya he was quite a nice person… now as he is dead- I think you shall become the detective in place of him’
‘I- detective’
‘Ya you- detective’
‘Fuck the butts, you are the new detective, by the way what’s your name?’
‘Jenafur Joley’
‘Jenafur Joley – the detective is better’

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Friday, June 15, 2007

PRIME- Chapter 3

3. The Thirteenth Floor

The button pressed was 13 but, actually it wasn’t .The door of the lift opened and another door appeared. It was the 12th floor. Flintop was surprised, but he gave another try he pushed the golden door 13 was engraved on it. Flintop rubbed his head hard to think upon it, but the door opened automatically, Flintop slipped in, it was really dark all around, then suddenly all the lights flashed and dimmed once, twice, thrice. Flintop closed his eyes and when he opened them all was dark, there was a severe chill in the room. Then 13 appeared in red light at the wall to the left of him. Suddenly a cold voice was heard. A man was standing there although hew could not be seen because of the dark.
‘Hi’ the voice said
‘Who the hell are you? ’ Flintop questioned
‘Don’t you know’ said the man as he took out some sort of an object- a revolver and aimed it at the chest of Flintop. ‘You will know sooon’
Flintop begged ‘No No’. He tried to extract the revolver from his pocket, but could no find it.
Flintop stepped backwards, the door opened, another door opened ‘No’ Flintop cried.
‘Good bye Sir Jones’ said the man with a smirk. He pressed the trigger, the bullet flew until it reached its aim-Flintop’s chest. He felt a jerk and was down off to the flooring.
‘It’s the prime crime time babe’ he said and reached the floor.
He was lying flat on the ground ,still and dead ...

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Friday, June 8, 2007

PRIME- Chapter 2


Flintop saw sharply around the nicely decorated hotel walls.
‘Nice hotel! Mr. Clauwen’
‘Thanks sir!’
And then the manager showed Flintop the way to the hall of the hotel.
There was a large royal crowd sitting on the red carpet specially spread for Flintop.
The departments of police, FBI were gathered in one corner of the stage. Ove Thakey
Was going to present him the award for the greatest detective to him, he was the head of the law department. The figures in the corner were gossiping and trying to show happiness for him, however they were jealous of him, which they were hiding off.
‘So the award goes to… you know who… Its Mr. Flintop Jones’ announced Thakey as there was a loud applause for him. ‘Mr. Flintop Jones –“The Greatest Detective of U.S.A- San fransisco’.
Flintop was happy. His five years efficiency had done it.
‘Thanks for the award and you think I’ll deliver a damn long speech, a borin’ speech in front of you, then you are wrong. But still I am the greatest detective because of you people who always fall into troubles…Thank you” declared Flintop as he grinned.
The crowd in and out of the hotel gathered and a stampede began as the people were begging Flintop for autographs, but he gave it to some ladies and slipped down to his car. The manager ran down to stop him and urged him to stay in his hotel for few days. ‘Sir please, please sir’ he pleaded. After many pleadings Flintop agreed.
‘O.K! But just for three days’
‘Just three days sir, just three…...”
Flintop’s room was at the 11th floor- Room no. 757.It was a special room for him.
‘Such a nice and well decorated room. Thanks Mr.….’
‘Thanks Mr. Clauwen’
‘But where will your secretary stay? .’
‘In my room only’
‘O.K Sir, any help’
‘No! You can leave’
The room was very well decorated with candles…it had a 40” TV, a luxurious bed, nice bathroom and every thing nice. Flintop ate, stayed, swimmed well for two days at the hotel, but it was looking that something bad was going to happen on the third day.
He had to leave the hotel tonight, but unexpectedly it was a heavy rain and the roads had been blocked. He and I61 were in extreme tension.
‘Now what’ll happen sir’ I61 asked.
‘Nothing! Few more days of luxury are written in our luck.
‘And what’
‘Nothing sir’
‘You go sleep; I want to go to the balcony to see the falling rain drops’
‘O.K sir’
he stepped out of the door and found out that some sounds were coming from the top floor and then suddenly a brutally beaten body fell down at the foot of Flintop.
‘13’ it said and died.
He turned back, and another dead body fell, on its forehead a nail was struck into the forehead of the body and “13’’ was written with an arrow up
Again a dead body fell on which “13th floor” was engraved with a knife. He went to the reception, but no one was there, he went to his own room and he found that Jenafur was sleeping in the bed.
‘It’s something related to the thirteenth floor. I must go there’ said Flintop to himself.
He boarded the lift and pressed “1”and “3” together.

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Friday, June 1, 2007

PRIME- Chapter 1

I have tried my bit on this e-novel.
The name is PRIME
Feel free to comment
This one is a sort of detective suspense stories.
13+Abusive Content ...O.k 17+

The greatest detective of U.S.A. , San Francisco – Flintop Jones was sitting on a wooden chair in a gloomy room. His face had small traces of little beard grown, his eyes were slim, his hair dark brown, his nose thin. He was among those detectives who solved their cases in few days with his great brain. But this time he was annoyed and disappointed for his last case- A rich man Vince Davidson tried to play a trick on Flintop and he was successful, in that case no one was killed and no one was killer. It was quite a shame for him to get involved in such a silly case for more than a month, so he was depressed.
The room was big having shelves filled with heavy books. Reading novels during free time was his hobby.
After a short while the door of his room opened, bringing a flash of light into the dark room.
‘So you are back with another stupid case’ the harsh voice of Flintop said to the figure entering the room.
‘No Sir! It’s not like the last time’ replied the person. He was wearing a brown jacket having a little irritating look, his eyes and nose were thin ,he was wearing a cap over his oval head. He was Jenafur Joley I61 (code)
‘Better it’s not Jenuf! But what’s the matter ’asked Flintop.
‘Sir it’s not a case, but a function- a function in the hotel “The Seven Seas Stay”.’
‘Function! For what?’
‘You’ll be surprised to know that... the function’s for you sir.’
‘The function’s for you’
‘You have got the award of honour for the best detective’
‘Are you joking?’
‘No way’
Flintop’s face changed from red to white… back in joy. Flintop got ready wearing on his black jacket. He left the house along with Jenafur Joley I61 in his long black shining Ford.
It wasn’t a long journey. It took just an hour to reach the destination.
‘Welcome! Welcome Mr. Flintop, Mr. Flintop Jones. Welcome to our hotel. The seven seas stay is on the way sir. I am Clauwen, Roben Clauwen- the manager of this hotel.’ Said the man having a dark moustache, fat nose, small elephant like eyes and small height, as they entered the huge door of the beautiful hotel. The hotel had thirteen floors. It was huge and magnificent and was one of the greatest hotels of san fransisco- also called the “Pride of Sans”.

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