A Crime Scene by Albert Van Hoogmoed

There’s been a murder, a woman was killed,
found in a bathtub, partially filled.

A pair of policemen went into the house
and questioned the poor woman’s spouse.

He’d just come home from working all night
and found her like that, a terrible sight.

The younger policeman looked on with dismay.
He’d never forget that terrible day.

He saw the young woman from behind the door
and empty milk cartons all over the floor,

Scattered strawberries, slices of fruit,
and spoonfuls of sugar and honey to boot.

”Who could have done this terrible thing?”
His voice had a horrified, pitiful ring.

”Just look at the clues,” replied Sargeant Miller.
”It looks like the work of a cereal killer.”

Four Friends

Once upon a time in a small village lived four Brahmins named Satyanand, Vidhyanand, Dharmanand and Sivanand. They had grown up together to become good friends. Satyanand, Vidhyanand and Dharmanand were very knowledgeable. But Sivanand spent most of his time eating and sleeping. He was considered foolish by everyone.

Once famine struck the village. All the crops failed. Rivers and lakes started to dry up. The people of the villages started moving to other villages to save their lives.

“We also need to move to another place soon or else we will also die like many others,” said Satyanand. They all agreed with him.

“But what about Sivanand?” Asked Satyanand.

“Do we need him with us? He has no skills or learning. We cannot take him with us,” replied Dharmanand. “He will be a burden on us.”

“How can we leave him behind? He grew up with us,” said Vidhyanand. “We will share what ever we earn equally among the four of us.”

They all agreed to take Sivanand along with them.

They packed all necessary things and set out for a nearby town. On the way, they had to cross a forest.

As they were walking through the forest, they came across the bones of an animal. They became curious and stopped to take a closer look at the bones.

“Those are the bones of a lion,” said Vidhyanand.

The others agreed.

“This is a great opportunity to test our learning,” said Satyanand.

“I can put the bones together.” So saying, he brought the bones together to form the skeleton of a lion.

“Dharmanand said, “I can put muscles and tissue on it.” Soon a lifeless lion lay before them.

“I can breathe life into that body.” said Vidhyanand.

But before he could continue, Sivanand jumped up to stop him. “No. Don’t! If you put life into that lion, it will kill us all,” he cried.

“Oh you coward! You can’t stop me from testing my skills and learning,” shouted an angry Vidhyanand. “You are here with us only because I requested the others to let you come along.”

“Then please let me climb that tree first,’ said a frightened Sivanand running towards the nearest tree. Just as Sivanand pulled himself on to the tallest branch of the tree Vidhyanand brought life into the lion. Getting up with a deafening roar, the lion attacked and killed the three learned Brahmins.

The Tree That Spoke

In a small village, there lived two friends Papabuddhi and Dharmabuddhi. Their friendship was extraordinary. Their characters were opposite yet they were close friends. Papabuddhi was very dishonest at heart while Dharmabuddhi was a very honest man.

One day, Papabuddhi said to Dharmabuddhi, “Why don’t we start a business together?” Dharmabuddhi agreed and so the two set off together to a nearby city to set up and conduct their business.

After a few months of running a profitable business, the two friends decided that they had made enough money. They wound up the business and started back together to their own village. On the way back, they had to pass through a forest. That night when they stopped to take rest, Papabuddhi decided to keep all the money for himself. He spent the whole night planning and at daybreak had an evil plan ready in his mind.

When they were about to resume their journey, Papabuddhi turned to Dharmabuddhi and said. “You know, I have been thinking. We have made a lot of money. Maybe it is not wise to take all the money back to the village. Let us bury all the money here. We can come back together whenever we need money and take out as much as we need.”

“That is an excellent idea,” agreed Dharmabuddhi. They buried the money at the foot of a huge banyan tree and went on to their homes in the village. That night, Papabuddhi sneaked into the forest and dug out all the money from under the banyan tree and closed up the hole again.

The next morning, he went to Dharmabuddhi’s house and said, “I need some money urgently. Let us go and bring some of our money back.”

They both went to the banyan tree and began to dig. Not finding any money, Papabudhi accused Dharmabuddhi of stealing the money. They both went to the village judge to seek justice. The judge asked them both for proof of their innocence. Papabuddhi declared that the tree god was his witness. The judge decided to go to the tree god the next day.

That night, Papabuddhi sought the help of his father. The next day, they all went to the banyan tree. The judge turned to the banyan tree and spoke to the tree, “O god of this tree, who is the culprit?”

To the surprise of everyone, a voice from inside the tree said, “Dharmabuddhi is the culprit. He has all the money.”

While the judge and the elders of the village were busy discussing the case, Dharmabuddhi collected some dry leafs and twigs and placed them near a hollow in the huge trunk of the banyan tree and set fire to them. As the smoke entered the hollow in the tree, out ran a figure, coughing. It was Papabuddhi’s father.

Papabuddhi was severely punished for his wickedness.


A Toyota parks and five teenagers get out and walk towards
us, down a quiet residential street in the Hollywood Hills.
One of them, a slightly drunk girl in a pale blue Juicy sweat
suit stumbles.
C’mon. Hurry up.
They come to a gated home. A girl that seems to be the
leader, leans down and pulls on an unraveling part of the
bottom of the chain link fence.
She rolls under, and the others follow.
A loud song kicks in as they put their sweatshirt hoods up in
unison and turn around and walk backwards toward the house.
They’ve done this before, they have it down.
One checks under the mat of the front door, we follow them as
they go around to the back, checking doors, and find a back
window open.
A guy gives Girl 1 a lift up, we see her bright underwear as
she climbs inside into a laundry room.
She runs around to open a side door for the rest, and they
slip inside.
Once inside, we follow REBECCA into a bedroom dressing area.
She is the 17 yr-old Korean-American ring-leader, who is
totally cool and composed.
She looks over her shoulder at the others with a raised eyebrow.
Let’s go shopping!
And she pulls open the closet door.
CLOSE UP: grabbing Louis Vuitton bags.
A drawer opens with a few Rolexes, that are scooped in to a
Louis Vuitton duffle bag.
An underwear drawer is opened, and picked through.
A medicine cabinet is opened, a hand grabs bottles of
prescription pills and dumps them in a bag.
We see the other kids grabbing things and loading up bags.
Rebecca puts on a hat she finds and looks at herself in a
mirror posing, then gets back to it.
The kids exit with their hoods up, carrying out the Louis
Vuitton bags and other loot, as much as they can carry.
The kids make their get-away:
One girl, NICKI leans over and throws-up on their way out.
They get into the Toyota and peel out.
CLOSE UP: flashbulbs go off.
Titles intercut with montage of Mug shots of attractive
teenagers and news clips.
We see a clip of black & white video surveillance of the
kids’ approach to the house walking backwards with hoods up.
Pan across a row of Louboutin platform heels.
We see the glittery view of Hollywood at night.
CLOSE UP: a Facebook page of a party photo of Rebecca in the
hat we saw her try on earlier.
Pan across a pile of quilted Chanel bags.
T.V. image of a starlet on the red carpet posing for
CLOSE UP: on a stack of shiny diamond necklaces.
A Facebook page with party photo of one of the girls, Chloe
in a slutty outfit, with tattooed thug, and the quote “Wanna
smoke a bluuuunt”.
Pan across Calabassas McMansions.

A Mugging by David Axton

When my guard was down
they attacked from behind
With a blow to the head –
now I wake up to find

There’s a sort of red mist
in front of one eye
And my tongue’s gone all rubbery
and my mouth is so dry.

There’s a part of my head
that floats on its own
And a pain when I move
that just makes me groan.

My stomach and its contents
have ceased to be friends
And are now parting company
via both ends.

I ought to get up
but I’m frightened to try,
I just want to lie here
and hope that I’ll die.

I can’t understand
how I came to be caught
By those two nasty muggers
– red wine and port.