David the Skeleton Detective

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(Image by LegendarySuperman via DeviantArt)

Ella Largent, Writer

It was a troublesome first day on the job, even before the “accident”.

David got out of bed, and pulled on his brown vest and wore his green striped top hat. He stumbled his way down his small, somewhat slanted hall from his room to the kitchen, and went straight to the coffee maker to start it. Once he settled down into the only chair he had around his small circular table he noticed the mail had come early today. At first, David thought this could some kind of good luck, or sign that this day was gonna be brilliant. However, as he got closer he realized he was sorely mistaken, for there were eviction papers sitting there with the rest of his mail. He sighed heavily but kept some hope that today would be good. It had to be! After all, he seemed to be finally back on track after being resurrected from the grave from when he died in 1850. Apparently in the year 1960, a witch came from the shadows and put out a spell that gave life to things that really shouldn’t have life, like David, a skeleton, or even rocks. However, that isn’t important to think about right now for David, he had enough to worry about, now that he was about to get evicted. Suddenly the coffee maker beeped, David walked over to it and got his favorite mug which was Jack Skellington’s head. David loved the Nightmare Before Christmas for it was one of the only films he has seen where the skeleton wasn’t that evil. David poured the coffee into his mug, grabbed the newspaper from the pile of mail he left at the round table and sat back into his chair and read.  The front line was of course about the infamous prankster that was at his tricks again, this time pranking the famous historian Dwayne the Rock by throwing eggs and streamers as their usual welcoming prank to the city. It had been going for almost an entire month and no one had even a single lead on him because people who are injured by this gruesome psycho are too terrified to even speak. David read the article briskly for many of them were the same. Once again he sighed and then dumped the whole mug into his bony jaw. Now usually you would imagine the coffee would just go straight through but for skeletons in this world, it just dissolves into mist as soon as it passes the ribs. It really is truly strange to see. David then looked at his bony wrist and noticed that it was 11:29. 

The new detective job started at 11:30 and the walk from his apartment to the office took around ten minutes or twenty if the traffic is bad enough. In a panic, Dave ran to the counter and grabbed his keys and bag while he simultaneously fumbled at the knob. In a hurry, he tripped down the stairs in the apartment stairwell and lost his hand. It took him five minutes to find his hand trying to crawl into the garbage, where he finds his hands trying to get to anything else that may accidentally fall off. He chuckled, put it back into his place on his hand and ran out of the door of the apartment building late. Soon after he left the door, across the street David saw a little rock man with a mustache a black top hat and a monocle and googly eyes hopping down the sidewalk and there was a falling piano that broke off of the cables holding them up.