Monday, September 9, 2019
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Who killed Dingledick? Chapter 4
Chapter 4
I opened the diary and started reading :
12th December,
I went to my brother's house to celebrate, his wife 'MiraBella' is pregnant. That's good news. I strolled down to Marley's to grab a beer, I want to fight the urge to drink but I can't. It makes me happy.
13th December,
Today.... I can't remember what happened today
14th December,
Drunk.
15th December,
A guy called today, said his name is James and that he was employed by my parents to find me, a detective . I don't believe him, my brother and I grew up in an orphanage so I don't know this scammer .
15th December,
Drunk
16th December,
Blank.
Who is Rose? I needed answers desperately but I was tired as fuck.
I closed it and took it back to my room . As I walked into my room I looked at the clock : 4am. I fell on my bed and felt sleepy immediately. The last thought on my mind before sleeping was that I would start interrogating people tomorrow.
**************
My stupid alarm woke me up, but I was too tired to switch it off. I could feel my head aching. Immediately I rose my arm to turn it off, my neighbour's alarm set off.
"Turn it off, Asshole!! " I groaned as I buried my face in my pillow.
I guess he heard me because he turned it off, he is a student, a gentle guy but personally I think he is too nice, he should man up.
Lucifer ran into my room barking happily, I followed him to the living room and made coffee, I love it black and strong. As I sipped the coffee I slowly recalled everything that happened earlier today so I grabbed my notepad and took notes
Who is Rose
The rug
The bloody doorknob
Who is James.
I took my bath and took care of Lucifer,the day was so bright, the one thing I love about Lagos State in Nigeria is the heat, New York was so damn cold for me. I walked towards my table and picked up the diary ,
17th December,
Today I finally slept with Rose, she is so hot.
I plan to keep her.
So Dingledick had sex!! I threw my head back and laughed out loud ,this is gonna be interesting.
18th December,
Drink ..cant remember much,
I think I pissed near my grumpy neighbour 's window again.
19th December,
Blank
20th December,
Blank...
The pages were blank till 3rd January.
3rd January,
He called again, said he wants to meet us ,my brother hates his guts, so he won't go. I just want peace.
4th January,
I went to see them, they seem friendly.
I think they are nice people.
5th January,
He called again.
The guy was just writing in phrases, who is he. I skipped to the present date ' 30th January, 2018.
30th January,
Mr red eyes called again said he wants to see me, I didn't tell my brother because they hate each other.
I asked him to come over,
I just want to patch things up with him and go and see Rose by midnight, I hope she isn't cheating on me.
So he had an appointment with someone today or two people. Who is this Mr red eyes. Who is Rose?. Could it be that Rose was cheating on him with Mr red eyes and they decided to act a telenovella, Maybe Dingledick threatened Mr red eye,so he came here to kill him and take the girl..... could it be?
My instincts were just screaming "No!! " I closed the diary. Time for interrogation.
A/N: Sorry for the late update.....Due to my busy schedule I have decided to Update every 4 days. So expect chapter 5 on Saturday .....what do you think about Ryan.. 😎
I opened the diary and started reading :
12th December,
I went to my brother's house to celebrate, his wife 'MiraBella' is pregnant. That's good news. I strolled down to Marley's to grab a beer, I want to fight the urge to drink but I can't. It makes me happy.
13th December,
Today.... I can't remember what happened today
14th December,
Drunk.
15th December,
A guy called today, said his name is James and that he was employed by my parents to find me, a detective . I don't believe him, my brother and I grew up in an orphanage so I don't know this scammer .
15th December,
Drunk
16th December,
Blank.
Who is Rose? I needed answers desperately but I was tired as fuck.
I closed it and took it back to my room . As I walked into my room I looked at the clock : 4am. I fell on my bed and felt sleepy immediately. The last thought on my mind before sleeping was that I would start interrogating people tomorrow.
**************
My stupid alarm woke me up, but I was too tired to switch it off. I could feel my head aching. Immediately I rose my arm to turn it off, my neighbour's alarm set off.
"Turn it off, Asshole!! " I groaned as I buried my face in my pillow.
I guess he heard me because he turned it off, he is a student, a gentle guy but personally I think he is too nice, he should man up.
Lucifer ran into my room barking happily, I followed him to the living room and made coffee, I love it black and strong. As I sipped the coffee I slowly recalled everything that happened earlier today so I grabbed my notepad and took notes
Who is Rose
The rug
The bloody doorknob
Who is James.
I took my bath and took care of Lucifer,the day was so bright, the one thing I love about Lagos State in Nigeria is the heat, New York was so damn cold for me. I walked towards my table and picked up the diary ,
17th December,
Today I finally slept with Rose, she is so hot.
I plan to keep her.
So Dingledick had sex!! I threw my head back and laughed out loud ,this is gonna be interesting.
18th December,
Drink ..cant remember much,
I think I pissed near my grumpy neighbour 's window again.
19th December,
Blank
20th December,
Blank...
The pages were blank till 3rd January.
3rd January,
He called again, said he wants to meet us ,my brother hates his guts, so he won't go. I just want peace.
4th January,
I went to see them, they seem friendly.
I think they are nice people.
5th January,
He called again.
The guy was just writing in phrases, who is he. I skipped to the present date ' 30th January, 2018.
30th January,
Mr red eyes called again said he wants to see me, I didn't tell my brother because they hate each other.
I asked him to come over,
I just want to patch things up with him and go and see Rose by midnight, I hope she isn't cheating on me.
So he had an appointment with someone today or two people. Who is this Mr red eyes. Who is Rose?. Could it be that Rose was cheating on him with Mr red eyes and they decided to act a telenovella, Maybe Dingledick threatened Mr red eye,so he came here to kill him and take the girl..... could it be?
My instincts were just screaming "No!! " I closed the diary. Time for interrogation.
A/N: Sorry for the late update.....Due to my busy schedule I have decided to Update every 4 days. So expect chapter 5 on Saturday .....what do you think about Ryan.. 😎
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Who killed Dingledick?? Chapter 3
Chapter 3
I walked back to the crime scene and saw John conversing on the phone, as an inquisitive mongrel, I tried to eavesdrop and noticed he was speaking Yoruba, the language of the western part of Nigeria. I'm from the eastern part. I was born and brought up in New York, since my mum is from New York. I got her looks, the wavy brown hair and the face structure but my very tanned skin is from my father, a Nigerian.
I know y'all be waiting to hear about my family ,well, I lost em all seven years ago, a bomb was planted in my parents car, it exploded and killed, my parents and my little sister : Megan. I was grounded for jumping the fence and that's the reason am alive today.
Back to business ........i walked around inspecting the room for any evidence no matter how small. Pete was talking to an old woman that lives down the hall : Madam Caroline.
"Detective, I want to round up, and leave " said John, as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
" so? " how is it my goddamn business that the fucker wants to leave, he is obviously too foolish to see that this is a set up.
"We should leave, the case is closed " he tried to smile but I guess he saw the murderous look on my face and frowned.
" So you won't check for evidence? Are you blind or just plain stupid? " Pete walked in, looking interested, this guy is weird as fuck, if he thinks the world is a bed of roses, then he is wrong. This world is a big bed of shit .
John cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. " It's obvious it's suicide, I mean the guy left a note" he looked everywhere but my eyes. " I just don't want to waste our resources and time "
" what if the deceased was your brother or a friend, will you say that? " I intimidated him with my intense gaze and my height.
" I.... I'm. .....um. ......we... I mean... I'll tell my boys to do a clean sweep for fingerprints tomorrow "
He was scared, and I like that, my authoritative nature helps me out most times. " Good, now you can go " I dismissed them.
He hurriedly left with his puppy following him (Pete).
Good Riddance...
I slowly checked every corner for evidence. The living room was tidy ,there was a brown and worn out sofa by the wall, towards the left, a TV opposite. A peach colored rug was by the door, I looked away but something dragged my eyes back to the rug, the rug looked tangled up ,I moved closer and crouched beside it. It looked like some people struggled on it. A tiny red dot drew my attention, I touched it and smiled : Blood.
How can he stab himself in the middle of the living room and leave a stain on the rug by the door. Evidence number 1.
I turned around, feeling pleased with myself as I walked into his bedroom. The room was very tidy. I wonder how he was able to keep his place neat. My room looks like the setting for world war||. The bed was arranged and tucked carefully.
The room didn't have much, just the bed, the wardrobe and the table. After a while of searching, I was about to give up when I saw a book on the wardrobe. Like I said before, I trust my instincts and they told me to stretch and I did.
As I was trying to reach the book, a piece of paper fell from it, I picked it up and read :
Am so sorry Dennis,
I have been trying to call you but you turned off your cellphone,
so I wrote this and gave it to Laura to pass to you.
Darling please hear me out, I would never cheat on you.
I love you. Come to Marley's bar at midnight, let's talk.
Your love, Rose.
So Dingledick had an affair, very interesting. I took the book and saw it was a diary. Thank God!!!. This will make things easier for me.
A/N: Hello there.... What do you think about what's happening, Personally I think Ryan is one smart fellow. 😀
Expect the next update on Thursday.
I walked back to the crime scene and saw John conversing on the phone, as an inquisitive mongrel, I tried to eavesdrop and noticed he was speaking Yoruba, the language of the western part of Nigeria. I'm from the eastern part. I was born and brought up in New York, since my mum is from New York. I got her looks, the wavy brown hair and the face structure but my very tanned skin is from my father, a Nigerian.
I know y'all be waiting to hear about my family ,well, I lost em all seven years ago, a bomb was planted in my parents car, it exploded and killed, my parents and my little sister : Megan. I was grounded for jumping the fence and that's the reason am alive today.
Back to business ........i walked around inspecting the room for any evidence no matter how small. Pete was talking to an old woman that lives down the hall : Madam Caroline.
"Detective, I want to round up, and leave " said John, as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
" so? " how is it my goddamn business that the fucker wants to leave, he is obviously too foolish to see that this is a set up.
"We should leave, the case is closed " he tried to smile but I guess he saw the murderous look on my face and frowned.
" So you won't check for evidence? Are you blind or just plain stupid? " Pete walked in, looking interested, this guy is weird as fuck, if he thinks the world is a bed of roses, then he is wrong. This world is a big bed of shit .
John cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. " It's obvious it's suicide, I mean the guy left a note" he looked everywhere but my eyes. " I just don't want to waste our resources and time "
" what if the deceased was your brother or a friend, will you say that? " I intimidated him with my intense gaze and my height.
" I.... I'm. .....um. ......we... I mean... I'll tell my boys to do a clean sweep for fingerprints tomorrow "
He was scared, and I like that, my authoritative nature helps me out most times. " Good, now you can go " I dismissed them.
He hurriedly left with his puppy following him (Pete).
Good Riddance...
I slowly checked every corner for evidence. The living room was tidy ,there was a brown and worn out sofa by the wall, towards the left, a TV opposite. A peach colored rug was by the door, I looked away but something dragged my eyes back to the rug, the rug looked tangled up ,I moved closer and crouched beside it. It looked like some people struggled on it. A tiny red dot drew my attention, I touched it and smiled : Blood.
How can he stab himself in the middle of the living room and leave a stain on the rug by the door. Evidence number 1.
I turned around, feeling pleased with myself as I walked into his bedroom. The room was very tidy. I wonder how he was able to keep his place neat. My room looks like the setting for world war||. The bed was arranged and tucked carefully.
The room didn't have much, just the bed, the wardrobe and the table. After a while of searching, I was about to give up when I saw a book on the wardrobe. Like I said before, I trust my instincts and they told me to stretch and I did.
As I was trying to reach the book, a piece of paper fell from it, I picked it up and read :
Am so sorry Dennis,
I have been trying to call you but you turned off your cellphone,
so I wrote this and gave it to Laura to pass to you.
Darling please hear me out, I would never cheat on you.
I love you. Come to Marley's bar at midnight, let's talk.
Your love, Rose.
So Dingledick had an affair, very interesting. I took the book and saw it was a diary. Thank God!!!. This will make things easier for me.
A/N: Hello there.... What do you think about what's happening, Personally I think Ryan is one smart fellow. 😀
Expect the next update on Thursday.
Sunday, February 3, 2019
#Miss Roxie.... Beautiful thoughts that boostes my self esteem
1.Everything that happens in your life is to prepare you,
Metal has to go through fire to melt and turn into a sword.
Be strong because this is just a test.
You are being molded into a stronger person,
This burning from the fire shall pass and you will find rest .
Don't give up 💪.
2.There is more to life than falling in and out of love 😀
3. Perfect are those who can dance with all their imperfections😍😍
Whenever you are feeling down, chant these and trust me,you will feel better....
Metal has to go through fire to melt and turn into a sword.
Be strong because this is just a test.
You are being molded into a stronger person,
This burning from the fire shall pass and you will find rest .
Don't give up 💪.
2.There is more to life than falling in and out of love 😀
3. Perfect are those who can dance with all their imperfections😍😍
Whenever you are feeling down, chant these and trust me,you will feel better....
Who killed Dingledick?? Chapter 2
Chapter 2
'you know you shouldn't touch anything in a a crime scene... Right? ' I asked Mr clean suit.
He was hitting the wall with his fists and crying, 'who the hell are you? A police officer? ' he stood up and faced me. 'can't you see am grieving? '.
I thought of ignoring him,for reasons I can't fathom I said ' Am detective Ryan Obiora.... Dingle---, your brother's neighbour.' I almost said Dingledick, well, you can't blame me, I don't know the guy's name .
He moved towards me 'A detective!! Thank God!! ' He looked around the room, and stared at the body . 'Please I need your help, detective. I need to know what happened to my brother. '
I love the plea in his eyes, hell, what man won't like to feel important. ' You want me to take up this case? ' I asked lazily.
He looked at me thoroughly from my untamed hair to my flip-flops,i was wearing a baggy trouser and a faded T-shirt, with the write up : fucked up life,written boldly in front. Well, I just woke up, I didn't have time to pick up a clean and ironed suit like him.
' Yes, I'll pay you ' He sniffed and scratched his head.
Now we are talking, did he think I'd do it for free, am not father fucking Christmas. 'Good ' I said as I heard the sirens, the police are here, took them long enough. I walked out and sat on my favourite bench. A fat and tired looking officer walked in with a skinny and agile one behind, they walked past me and began to tape the area. I walked in, and saw the fat one taking notes .
'This is a crime scene, you shouldn't be wandering here' said the agile one,he looked like he got the job recently and was eager to show off, fools like this end up pleasing the wrong guy.
'Am Detective Ryan, the brother of the deceased asked for my asisstance.' I lazily leaned on the wall.
'I thought it was homicide, it seems my brother, Dennis killed himself'. He sniffed and looked at the body.
Oh!! So his name is Dennis! I was close you know, although it's kinda weird that I finally know his name now he is bleeding all over the place,but what the hell were they saying... Suicide?
I have always trusted my inner voice and right now, it was screaming... Not right.... Not right.. 'why do you say that? ' I asked Mr clean suit. He was about to answer when the agile officer with the name "Pete" pinned on his badge answered eagerly
' I found a note' He smiled, damn this kid is creepy.
He brought a note and showed it to me, it was hastily written :
"I'm a loser, I have let too many people down,
I can't fight my alcoholic nature ."
The note looked quite simple. I knew this guy, He was so cheerful and easy going, the note didn't say much. I don't buy this shit. ' Where did you find this note"
The fat officer with the name "John" answered "On the table in his room, it was neatly folded.
How could he write the note in his room and walk out to his living room to take his life?
"Can I talk to you ?" I asked Mr clean suit who was busy pacing like a cat.
"sure, detective " .
We walked out, and I sat on the famous bench, he continued pacing in the hallway. " What do you think?... Do you buy this suicide crap"
He stopped and looked at me, uncertainty flicerked in his eyes as he moved towards me and sat down. Mr clean suit rubbed his face and sighed, he obviously looked tired. "The note has explained it all"
"So you want me off the case?" I asked him.
He looked uncomfortable like I was asking him his sexual preference or some shit . " I don't know "
" Look, it won't harm anyone if I look closer, there might be something fishy " I said.
He sighed again and said " You are right, keep checking " He brought out his wallet and pulled out his business card, " take this, in case you find something, I should be going home now, my wife is pregnant, I don't want her to be alone "
I collected the card and called him back " What do the police think?" Am sure they would go for the easy way out: suicide.
"They have concluded that it's suicide "
I knew it, the police force can be fucked up sometimes.
Mr clean suit brought fought his hand for a handshake, I couldn't help staring at his arm for awhile, I wasn't good at this gentleman crap, but I stretched mine too. He walked away and I looked at the card : Mr Tony Adekunle. ....Accountant. Now I know his name too, Dennis Adekunle should be the name of the deceased.
Sherlock.. We have got work to do. I walked back to the crime scene to solve the mysteries surrounding the death of Dingledick.
A/N: sorry for the late update... Expect chapter 3 on Tuesday.
Follow Ryan as he uncovers secrets surrounding his neighbour's death...
Friday, February 1, 2019
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Thursday, January 31, 2019
#MissRoxie "Who KIlled Dingledick?"... Chapter One
Chapter one...
I opened my eyes and knew something was wrong. It was still dark and I don't fucking wake till morning or till my alarm gives me migraine. I closed my eyes and tried going back to my beauty world.
'Aaaaahhhhh' someone screamed, a lady's voice.I sat up and contemplated what to do to the woman that woke me up.
'Aaaaaaahhhhhh' she screamed again and I didn't need someone to tell me what happened,the scream means death!!. Slow down before y'all judge me,I'm a detective. Curiosity got me standing up,I could hear my neighbors running down the stairs,the acoustics of this building is fucked up,I can hear almost everything from my neighbors. Lucifer ran into the room to alert me.....don't panic, Lucifer is my dog,I patted him to calm him down. I heard people crying and wondered who the hell died.
I walked out of my apartment and saw the hallway filled with people wearing weird looking pajamas. No one spoke to me because they know I don't socialize, I hate nosy people and all my neighbors are nosy as fuck.They were rushing towards the room adjacent to mine, Dingledick's room. My drunk ass neighbor always reliving his bladder beside my window,one day I caught him and commanded Lucifer to chase him,the fool was so scared he forgot to put his junk back into his trousers and ran with his dick dangling between his legs,that's why I gave him the name: Dingledick, at first it was Dangledick but it didn't rhyme so well. I know I should feel guilty that I don't know his name but I don't give damn.
As I got to the entrance,I got the strong smell of blood,I walked in and saw him on the floor of his living room,blood all around the floor, seems like he stabbed himself,because he was holding a knife to his ripped chest. It's a horrifying site,yes,but am used to this shit,I see death everyday. People were crying their eyes out like the man was their father or something.
Beside my door was a bench,I sat on it and brought out my cigarette,smoking calms me down even though my uncle has made it his mission to warn me regularly about the effects but like I said earlier, I don't give a damn.Miss Laura rushed downstairs in her flannel nightgown, her complexion was pale but she was composed. I don't socialize but am naturally curious,I know the schedule of almost everyone in this building. She walked towards dingle's room and looked in,she gave out a tiny shriek and covered her mouth with her hands. I watched her body tense up as she tried to absorb the scene. She got tough bones,and that's why I fancy her.She isn't like most girls that think faking fragility will make the guys fall for them,that's a fucked up mentality. I like em bold and brave,I don't need a Cinderella.
As I was busy smoking and staring at sexy Miss Laura,a man in clean and ironed suit walked in and rushed to the scene. I heard him shout 'No!!! Brother!!! No'
What the hell? Mr clean suit and Dingledick are brothers? What a fucked up world. Dingledick was a carefree man that spends every dime of his in Marley's bar across the street, he would drink and come home, singing and pissing everywhere, the guy couldn't control his bladder at all but he was harmless.
'What happened to you,brother?' Then I heard him crying. Every time I see or hear a man cry,I feel goosebumps all over. Men don't cry,we drink away our sorrows,crying might solve the problem for females but not us.
Then I heard things smashing,glass breaking, someone grunting. Now that's a good way to show your sorrow. As much as I would love to congratulate him,he shouldn't be touching anything in a crime scene.
Author's note: I'll update every two days..expect the next chapter on Saturday...don't forget to comment.
I opened my eyes and knew something was wrong. It was still dark and I don't fucking wake till morning or till my alarm gives me migraine. I closed my eyes and tried going back to my beauty world.
'Aaaaahhhhh' someone screamed, a lady's voice.I sat up and contemplated what to do to the woman that woke me up.
'Aaaaaaahhhhhh' she screamed again and I didn't need someone to tell me what happened,the scream means death!!. Slow down before y'all judge me,I'm a detective. Curiosity got me standing up,I could hear my neighbors running down the stairs,the acoustics of this building is fucked up,I can hear almost everything from my neighbors. Lucifer ran into the room to alert me.....don't panic, Lucifer is my dog,I patted him to calm him down. I heard people crying and wondered who the hell died.
I walked out of my apartment and saw the hallway filled with people wearing weird looking pajamas. No one spoke to me because they know I don't socialize, I hate nosy people and all my neighbors are nosy as fuck.They were rushing towards the room adjacent to mine, Dingledick's room. My drunk ass neighbor always reliving his bladder beside my window,one day I caught him and commanded Lucifer to chase him,the fool was so scared he forgot to put his junk back into his trousers and ran with his dick dangling between his legs,that's why I gave him the name: Dingledick, at first it was Dangledick but it didn't rhyme so well. I know I should feel guilty that I don't know his name but I don't give damn.
As I got to the entrance,I got the strong smell of blood,I walked in and saw him on the floor of his living room,blood all around the floor, seems like he stabbed himself,because he was holding a knife to his ripped chest. It's a horrifying site,yes,but am used to this shit,I see death everyday. People were crying their eyes out like the man was their father or something.
Beside my door was a bench,I sat on it and brought out my cigarette,smoking calms me down even though my uncle has made it his mission to warn me regularly about the effects but like I said earlier, I don't give a damn.Miss Laura rushed downstairs in her flannel nightgown, her complexion was pale but she was composed. I don't socialize but am naturally curious,I know the schedule of almost everyone in this building. She walked towards dingle's room and looked in,she gave out a tiny shriek and covered her mouth with her hands. I watched her body tense up as she tried to absorb the scene. She got tough bones,and that's why I fancy her.She isn't like most girls that think faking fragility will make the guys fall for them,that's a fucked up mentality. I like em bold and brave,I don't need a Cinderella.
As I was busy smoking and staring at sexy Miss Laura,a man in clean and ironed suit walked in and rushed to the scene. I heard him shout 'No!!! Brother!!! No'
What the hell? Mr clean suit and Dingledick are brothers? What a fucked up world. Dingledick was a carefree man that spends every dime of his in Marley's bar across the street, he would drink and come home, singing and pissing everywhere, the guy couldn't control his bladder at all but he was harmless.
'What happened to you,brother?' Then I heard him crying. Every time I see or hear a man cry,I feel goosebumps all over. Men don't cry,we drink away our sorrows,crying might solve the problem for females but not us.
Then I heard things smashing,glass breaking, someone grunting. Now that's a good way to show your sorrow. As much as I would love to congratulate him,he shouldn't be touching anything in a crime scene.
Author's note: I'll update every two days..expect the next chapter on Saturday...don't forget to comment.
Summary of #MissRoxie's Story "Who Killed DingleDick?"
Here is a quick summary of the story :
Who killed Dingledick;
My werid and useless neighbour'Dingledick' was found dead around 2am. I'm a detective but I stayed on my own till his clean suit wearing brother came along and gave me the job to look into dingle's death.There is a suicide note but I knew something wasn't right.... It's too clean ,it's too neat.
I don't buy that suicide shit,so the question now is who killed my drunk ass neighbour: Dingledick.
Who killed Dingledick;
My werid and useless neighbour'Dingledick' was found dead around 2am. I'm a detective but I stayed on my own till his clean suit wearing brother came along and gave me the job to look into dingle's death.There is a suicide note but I knew something wasn't right.... It's too clean ,it's too neat.
I don't buy that suicide shit,so the question now is who killed my drunk ass neighbour: Dingledick.
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Thursday, January 24, 2019
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