I Didn't Mean to Kill My Best Friend

By Kamuela Kaneshiro

Getting rid of an article of trash can be difficult, there never seems to be any rubbish bins around when you need one. However this is a simple chore compared to the frustration and complexity of disposing a friend’s dead body.

"I Didn’t Mean to Kill My Best Friend" is a novella about two friends and their quest to dispose of a mutual friend’s body. Throughout the night, the duo is faced with various obstacles that prevent them from accomplishing their goal.

"I Didn’t Mean to Kill My Best Friend" is a comedic, entertaining look at the difficulties associated with this grim task.

*Featured ebook at the San Diego Comic-Con 2012

Warning:
Mild use of strong language and violent situations.

Word count: 12,172

What people are saying about this book:

Rebecca Hurst (5 out of 5) - U.K.
Brilliantly funny!

A wonderful debut, sharp and witty with a distinctly fresh writing style and new approach to the genre. This novella, 'I didn't mean to kill my best friend' is an intelligent investigation of the relationship of two friends, and uses the murder of their mutual friend to explore how little things about your friendship can lead to the stickiest of ends! What I loved most about this book was the visual elements, and I could very well imagine it as a manga, illustrated novel and film.

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Defaye (5 out of 5) - U.K.
Exciting, Funny, Thrilling.

A really entertaining short story. Read it in one session and was glued to it. If you like a bit of a thrill, the plot is bang on. The story revolves around two friends trying to ditch their murdered, mutual friend. Coupled along the way with satirical humour and moments of suspense. Can already imagine a film adaptation.

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Sheila Deeth (4 out of 5) - U.S.
Grim, humorous, odd and a fun short tale.

Two Steves make the beginning of this short story a little confusing, but the confusion's part of the tale so it has to be excused. The characters aren't particularly pleasing, but their dilemma evokes memories of comedy movies and there's an enjoyable inevitability to their inept efforts to both salve their consciences and get rid of the best friend / worst enemy's body.

While the conclusion is bounded by odd coincidence it has a certain logic of its own, preset by the story's direction. And there are some cleverly amusing discussions on the nature of life, death and relationships. The author has a nice touch with dialog and a casual off-beat humor. And the first person narration, mixing present tense thoughts with action in past tense, works surprisingly well.

Short, definitely not sweet, but entertaining in a grimly satirical way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kamuela Kaneshiro
• Release date: Jun 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476348919

Kamuela Kaneshiro

Kamuela was born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii. "Kamu" has been fortunate enough to work in the film industry on various television shows, movies and independent projects. Before podcasting became the norm, he was director and co-host of the radio/internet show "Off the Air's Geek Nation". He enjoys traveling, playing the violin or guitar and learning about different cultures. He is passionate about food and can usually be found trying out a new restaurant or recipe. He is also a skilled magician and a member of The Magic Castle.Visit Kamu's website at: www.KamuelaKaneshiro.com

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I DIDN’T MEAN TO KILL MY BEST FRIEND

By Kamuela Kaneshiro

Copyright © 2012 by Kamuela Kaneshiro. All rights reserved.

Website: KamuelaKaneshiro.com

First Smashwords Edition: March 2012

Editor: Tammy Barley

Cover Design: Streetlight Graphics

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DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter One

I didn’t mean to kill my best friend. Honestly, if I could take it back, I would. Quicker than free swag is given out at Comic-Con.

The abandoned railcars of this industrial zone always remind me of San Diego’s Comic-Con. The con is held at a convention center near very active train tracks. Sometimes a long train will block the people traffic going to and from the building. If you’re part of the lucky bunch to experience this, find a way to occupy yourself, because it takes a while for the sloth-like train to pass. It sucks if it’s raining, since the area is not covered. Once, someone released an inflatable beach ball on the dreary attendees. Its colors spun joyously over us as we spent our time trying to hit it. That made the wasted downtime a little more bearable.

I still can’t believe you. Talk about having a weird night, Steve said from his dim work area. But the look on his face! Priceless!

Steve has a point, like he usually does. I don’t think I will ever forget the ridiculous look on Steve’s face. It was something you’d see in a comedy. After Steve slumped dead, I half expected him to jump right back up, because of that silly expression. Perhaps my actions had a role to play in the creation of his comical death mask. When you’re sitting around with a couple of friends and having a good laugh, you don’t expect one of them to kill you. Especially the one sitting across from you. But Steve was always a bit slow on the uptake.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t see Steve as he worked in the shadows. I didn’t want to see what he was doing. However, something was urging me to peer deeper into the darkness, for a glimpse of the morbid scene unfolding mere yards from me. It must be similar to seeing a train wreck; people don’t want to look at the carnage, but are curiously drawn to it. Thinking back, I didn’t hear much of his work. I must still be in shock from the whole ordeal.

I paced on top a rail.

Just standing here makes me want to get a tetanus shot. The rusted train cars create a harsh atmosphere that invaded my senses moments after our arrival. The metallic taste swarms