The Killer

By Horace P Delagarde

A person living in a flat in a high rise block of flats has become bored of life. People are the main problem. Neighbours who have no respect. A boss who has no respect. There is only one way to deal with people like this. To kill.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Horace P Delagarde
• Release date: Apr 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311902153

Horace P Delagarde

I'm Horace P. Delagarde. Born in sunny England quite a few years ago. I have been writing on and off since 2006 but have never had anything published. I have written a few short stories and one full length novel. I will be self publishing my short stories for free over the next few months so readers can check out my writing which will hopefully lead me to release my first full length novel. Feel free to leave me any comments, witticisms or constructive criticism. Thanks.

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The Killer

By Horace P. Delagarde

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Copyright 2015 Horace P. Delagarde

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As I looked towards the city, lights illuminated the night sky from various tower blocks. Street lights flickered into action unveiling people and cars aimlessly moving around like ants, with no purpose in their meaningless existences.

The crescent moon hung in the sky complimented by twinkling specks like pin-pricks in a big, black sheet.

The clock on the wall ticked away, the time approached 11:30 and I decided I should go to bed, I had to be at work for 9 in the morning but I felt wide awake. I had a drink of water then climbed into bed. I could still hear that infernal clock, the continuous ticking not dropping a beat.

Suddenly, loud music began to play from the flat above, the beat, a repetitive drone, devoid of