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( chapter 5, part 4…) The muttering of hushed tones seemed to die down as the remaining six of the Lattimer Party became silent around the black marble table once more. It seemed a dark yet invisible aura surrounded the surviving members like a bad omen. The one whom broke this tense moment...

No worries, mate. We all do get sidetracked from time to time. 😀 ( chapter 5, part 3…) “I hardly think politics apply as far as I am concerned,” hurriedly declared Miss Sidney Lattimer. “I mean, until you brought it up unintentionally, Lady Lattimer.” The twenty-two year old girl deferred to...

I agree with the moral concept, Copperfox, but I think you missed the point. There are instances where morally you think you are doing the right thing but what in the sliver of that chance you choose the innocent to punish by no fault of yours or others? The only thing you can do is hope a...

( chapter 5, part 2…) The gong and announcement seemed to snap the other guests out of their state of sad affairs, possibly a happy coincidence for Guye Lattimer, whom had killed twice already. It was the perfect distraction, not allowing the others to fully process the grieving period or...

( chapter 5, part 1…) Chapter Five: The Theory Of Three… It was barely past five o’clock as the shot resonates within the upstairs hallway for the second time that afternoon. Guye Lattimer accounted for a hasty response, the bounty hunter setting themselves in a slightly worked up state of...

( chapter 4, part 13…) “So, you think Terry did it?” asked incredulously Jerry Lattimer. “No, not him. The other kid,” responded Jacob Lattimer with a wolfish grin. “You mean Alfred?” Jerry Lattimer asked, his mind bowled over by this accusation. “It all depends on psychology if you think about...

( chapter 4, part 12…) It was around four thirty as Mr. Jerry Lattimer had decided to visit Alfred Lattimer’s room, hoping the child had calmed down by now. He knocked twice upon the door and waited until the small voice of Alfred announced, “Come in!” Jerry Lattimer bid as the voice suggested...

( chapter 4, part 11…) Mr. Jerry Lattimer had heard enough as he had stumbled back into this scene of angry chaos unfold before himself. “Enough of this, please. Alfred, Terry, you should know better,” rashly commanded Jerry Lattimer in a strict tone. This seemed to have stopped the two...

( chapter 4, part 10…) The seven remaining family members of House Lattimer grew quiet as Jerry Lattimer slowly stood up from his crouched position after glancing intently over the scene of the crime. He seemed slightly flustered in irritation as he lifted his hand to his head in puzzlement. “I...

I do not go mostly, but I do like stage plays in general. I guess I just have a knack for conveying the sense of a stage play in written form without knowing I automatically do it. Maybe I am also trying to, not intentionally, convey the trapped sense, as in the condensed feeling of being in the...

( chapter 4, part 9…) “Why would you kill her?” belligerently asked Lady Constance Lattimer, more in surprise than disgust. Guye Lattimer just glanced at her and gave another shrug of their shoulders in reply. “I know how it looks, but I didn’t kill her,” they responded simply after a second or...

( chapter 4, part 8…) There was nothing left to be said after the exit from Mrs. Dorothy Lattimer-Price. The remaining guests sitting by the marble table decided to leave one by one until only Guye Lattimer was the only one remaining in the dining room. The bounty hunter held themself quite...

( chapter 4, part 7…) Guye Lattimer did not respond, merely smirking as they expertly reholstered their Smith and Wesson, sitting up from their relaxed position within their chair. “Yes, granted, we all lost our heads slightly,” lightly remarked Mr. Jerry Lattimer. He was smoothing his head of...

Indeed, dry humour is quite common wit. By the way, Gerard said what I intended. Adaptive, in a sense represented a means to camouflage one’s intentions by adapting to the situation at hand. If I meant adoptive, would have used the word. But adoptive is and has no sense in the structure of what...

( chapter 4, part 5… ) Mrs. Dorothy Lattimer-Price did not seem perturbed in the slightest by Mr. Henry Carmichael Lattimer’s gaze. If anything, she just smiled kindly in her eyes back at him. The old lady seemed to not let the look distract her from having a good time, in a manner of...

( chapter 4, part 4…) An awkward moment of silence was had within the dining room, until the five minute reprieve was up and the lunch course was served. A lavish assortment of meat cuts were plastered upon the nine plates, a vignette of assorted rooted vegetables as an accompaniment with what...

( chapter 4, part 3…) The eight remaining guests had tensely made their way downstairs individually, the time of companionship obviously least upon their minds. The looming dining table of black marble now seemed a beacon of lost hope, like an extra long black oblong casket one would see in...

( chapter 4, part 2…) It was not too long before Miss Sidney Lattimer and Alfred Lattimer returned to their own rooms, careful to lock their doors. Alfred Lattimer felt restless, not sad exactly, just frustrated he was in this predicament. The ten year old boy felt the tears forming in his eyes...

Chapter 4: This Means War! It was at half past ten as Guye Lattimer gave the news of Mrs. Alberta Lattimer’s passing to the rest of the guests. Unsure of how to feel, most of the majority of the family decided to compose themselves within their bedrooms. Only three of the remaining eight just...

( chapter 3, part 13…) It took a few seconds as Mrs. Alberta Lattimer gazed up at Jerry Lattimer with a slightly cocked head. “Whatever do you mean by that?” she asked with bated breath. “I am asking you why you killed them. I think it is plain that I am being serious,” he responded in a...