THE SILENT VOICE. A short story.

THE SILENT VOICE

     Tor's Quik Kash was just about the most seedy pawnshop on Warroff Street. When Omar Steele walked into the place he really had no intentions of buying anything there. He was low on cash and just wanted to kill some time till the movie theater down the street open. The first show of the day was only a dollar ninety nine.

     He was walking pass the glass showcase of knives when he first heard it. It was a voice like that of a young woman. Sweet and low the voice called out his name. It startle him. Mainly because women rarely spoke to him.

     The last one to speak to him only wanted to inform him that she would call the police if he did not leave her alone.

     Omar looked around but could not see any women in the seedy shop. The only other person there was the pawnbroker who was reading the race form at his desk. It had been a slow day for him and he was bored.

     He did not bother to get up when Omar walked in because Omar looked like a broke waste of time to the broker.

     Omar then heard the voice again. He looked into the showcase of knives. The sweet voice was coming from the glass case. Among the knives in the case was a unique dagger.

     It was eight inches long and it had a fancy carved whalebone handle. The voice seem to be coming from the dagger. Omar found that strange. He could not recall ever hearing a knife speak to him.

     "Omar." It silently said to him. "Buy me. Take me home with you."

     Omar stared at the strange dagger for the next five minutes. To him it seem like a thing of beauty. He paid the pawnbroker twenty dollars and took the dagger home with him.

     The pawnbroker was glad to see Omar leave. He did not like the looks of him. He looked too odd with his staring into the display case and mumbling to himself.

     Later that night in Omar's shabby apartment the dagger talked to him once again. Omar had been waiting for over three hours for it to speak to him once again.

     "Take me out Omar. Put me in your pocket and we will go out for a walk."

     That is what it told him. He did what it asked him.

Together they walked out into the night.

     They walked for quite awhile. Back and fore around the block they aimlessly wondered. It was becoming late.            Normally steele did not like walking alone at night. But with the dagger in his pocket he did not feel alone. At three in the morning there was few other people out on Warroff Street.

     The only other person walking along that block where Omar was walking on was Mary Gibson. She was a cocktail waitress. She was walking home alone from work. Weighted down by bill that her ex husband left behind she was unable to afford a car of any sort.

     No one in the surrounding buildings could hear the dagger calling out to Omar. Urging him on as he stabbed the woman. But everyone could hear the screams of the dying waitress.

     The police were at Omar's door. They were calling for him to give himself up.

They knew it was him.

     People looking out their windows saw him do it. Many people knew Omar by sight. They told the police where he could be found.

     "What can I do?" Omar cried out to his bloodstain dagger.

     It said nothing to him. It was silent.

     "Tell me please...What can I do?" Omar was crying now.

     "Use me." Said the dagger. "Kill yourself and they can never arrest you."

     When the police forced open the door to Omar's apartment they found him dead in a pool of his own blood.

     The dagger was in his still warm hand.

THE END.

Copyright 2015 By Teel.

SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE. A short story.

SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE

     Jack did not like the movie at all. He thought it was bad television schlock. Bottom of the barrel trash of the worst kind. At one point he even consider turning off the TV set. But he decided he was going to sit through it all just this once. He did it so he would not have to make himself watch it in the future.

     He knew he would have to watch it.

     At the film's end the maniac was running through a room of dead cheerleaders screaming and ranting at the top of his lungs. The police rushed into the room and surrounded him. After a fight in which three of the cops were badly hurt the handsome detective punches the maniac repeatedly in the face and arrest him. Four cops drag him away in handcuffs as he swear revenge against the detective and the whole police force.

     The film ended soon after that last scene and Jack turned off the TV set as a commercial for diet cat food came on. He thought about sending the network a letter about how much he disliked the movie.

     A little while later there was a knock on the door of Jack's room.

     "Hey Jackson. Did you see the movie?" Said the man through the door.

     "Yes I did." He said with an annoyed growl. "They mixed up all the names, They got most of the facts wrongs, and that ugly actor didn't look a thing like me!" Jack griped to the guard.

THE END

Copyright 2015 By Teel.

FOR $10,000. A short story.

FOR $10,000


Copyright 2015 by Teel


     In the back pages of a large city newspaper there was a small plain ad listed the personal section.
     It read: Men and women wanted who will do anything legal for $10,000 in cash. No selling or hard work. No fee will be asked for.
     An open meeting will be held today at 3PM. Only the first 300 people will be seated at this meeting.
     The ad ended with the address of a nice hotel located in the downtown area. People answering the ad were to meet in a large meeting hall there.
     The room was set up with 300 folding chairs. A little more than half of them were full.


     At 3 o'clock the doors of the hall were closed by a pair of tall men in black suits. They stood by the door and looked forward to the front of the room.
     At the front of the room was a desk with a man dressed in white sitting there next to a pile of papers and a large box. Next to this desk was a microphone on a stand.
     The man in white stood up and walked up to the microphone and began to speak.

     "Will everyone here still wandering around the room please sit down. There should be enough chairs for everyone. I do not believe the room has been filled.

     If not it will not matter. This will be a short talk in any case. My assistants shall soon be locking the doors to this room and one will be allowed to leave the room until the end of my talk with you. So if anyone wishes to make use of the restroom now would be the time to do so."

     He stood there for a minute. No one seem to want to leave the room. He waved at the men in the dark suits and they locked the door of the hall.

     The man in white once again began to speak.

     "You are all here because you read or heard of an ad I placed in the newspaper. Everything in that ad is true. And within an hour you can leave this room with ten thousand dollars in cash. The only way you will leave this room without the money is if you do not want to take it. No one here will force you to take the money."

     "I am not going to tell you my name. You do not need to know it and most of you could not be able to pronounce it in any case. If I was to give out my name I would soon become the target of many kooks and weirdos. I am a business man and do not want to have my time taken up by such people."

     "I am going to cut right to the facts of why I am here talking to you. These are facts you may not believe. But you do not have to believe anything I said today to make ten thousand dollars. You do not even have to pretend to believe anything I tell you and you will still walk out of here with ten thousand dollars in cash without having to do anything but write down your name. You do not even have to use your real name if you wish. I do not care. I will not ask to see an I.D."

     "I am acting as an agent of the Devil. Yes the Devil. The Evil One. The Beast of the Pit. Whatever you wish to call him. Young lady will you please sit back down. The doors are going to stay locked until I am finished. I told you all this at the beginning of this meeting. No one is here to hurt anyone. I will be finished soon and you and anyone else who wants to may leave right away. In fact I would want you to leave. People who do not want the money will just be in the way at that point."

     "I am not a crazy man. But even if I was I still have a few million dollars in cash right here and I will give ten thousand dollars in cash to anyone who is willing to just sign their name to a simple contact that states that you will hand over you soul after death to me to sell, trade or use as I wish. Nothing else at all is require and no you do not have to sign with your blood. This is not some cheap occult movie."

     "This is completely confidential. No one outside of room will know about this and you will never be bother by any representative of my organization in your lifetime how ever long that may be. I promise you that."

     "If you still think that I am crazy that is alright. Go ahead and believe so if that will make you feel better about this offer. You will still make ten thousand dollars in cash if you want it. You do not have to believe a single word I say to you today.

     "A lot of you in this room may be going to Hell anyway. Why not earn some money for it if you are going anyway. Money to spend and enjoy in this lifetime. And for those of you who do not believe in God anyway. What have you got to lose? You got a lot to gain and nothing to lose with this deal. As I stated nothing will be required of you in your life time. Many of you I believe will lead long lives."

     "The doors will now be open and anyone who wishes to leave may now do so. Everyone else please form a single line in front of that table where my helpers will be sitting and waiting to help you. I have cash waiting for you just as soon as you sign you name. That is all you have to do. Sign and a stack of cash will be handed to you."

     "And like I said. If you wish you do not have to use your correct name on the contract. It is alright to use a fake name."

     "When the time comes no matter what name you use we will find you."

     The doors of the hall were opened up just then and a quite a few people went out of the place in a hurry.

Meanwhile a long line formed in front of the desk.

THE END