Gun Lee- Silenced Bell by rca-issuu

Silenced Bell

Author/ Illustrator Gun Lee

Chapter. I

Mr.Someone was an unselling detective. Born into a family of nothing particular All Mr.Someone had was his honesty and sincerity. Everyday Someone would live hard, Fulfill his duty as he was told to do so, And behave humbly like a good boy. Without a doubt, Mr.Someone was a serious man.

Unlike anyone else in the Unknown Town Mr.Someone had two ears under his mask. Everyone would call him a freak. “What kind of a true wooden man is born with ears? Look at those hideous bumps!”

But cruel words did not bring him down. In fact, Someone was even a little proud of them. His ears open wide to others His two eyes shined with curiosity Someone wanted the truth Over the flooding rumours.

Mr.Someone coveted truth and justice That anyone might consider for once But not everyone wants.

Mr.Someone also knew It was better to gain blame Than to live in shame.

Even when Everyone says yes Someone had the guts to say no. Shrugging his shoulders Someone would say, “Why not? After all, We have two eyes and two sets of hands and feet. Question and dig into the world In the midst of which We shall find the righteous path!”

Gossips followed like a shadow on Someone’s back. Everyone sneered, “What a snobby pretentious man He who acts clean but who knows. Why would there always be Someone Who cannot let things be What is nice for everyone to be good?”

Mr.Someone wore a fairly agreeable hat and coat. Not to the finest quality but surely to his best. Held in his right hand was a golden bell.

Time to time Mr.Anyone would frown his blue eye, “Please, naive man. Cut your coat according to your cloth.” Then Mr.Someone would gently smile and nod, “Bare winter branches do not make less of a tree.”

Mr.Anyone would chuckle in the most generous voice, “But young man, you are wrong. Humbleness is not yours to speak. You must own something proud Before acting low and bare. Now, now. Everyone, please. No-one should listen to the poor man.”

So indeed, No-one took him quite seriously. He knew that a good man Mr.Someone Shall be a great trouble to his plans. Something had to be done.

No-one mumbled, “Come to think of it, Someone knows his business. But it only matters If Anyone would ever listen to the man.”

Anonymous whispered, “If Someone says… Anyone would say that…. Everyone would certainly be on No-one’s side…” “A-ha! That is right. But how? A-ha, a-ha.”

No-one giggled, “That is brilliant!"

"Blind Anyone."

"Silence Someone."

"Numb Everyone."

"Then it will surely make No-one fun!”

Chapter. II

One day a stranger in a red velvet cloak Knocked on Mr.Anyone’s door. The whole town gathered around the wise man’s court to see the wonders. Everyone would gossip in surprise. “My goodness, see the glittering golden oil!” Mr.Someone mumbled, “A man on a donkey?”

The next morning the town was shocked. As the broken mask and ripped cloak was found Around the darkest corner of the woods. But the merchant was nowhere to be found.

Mr.Someone, the town’s unselling detective When to see the scene. Nothing was strange and Everything was strange.

A long-tailed tit sat on Mr.Someone’s bell. A golden thread on its beak.

Their eyes met and glowed. The golden bell tinkled.

Mr.Someone ran to see Mr.Anyone Asking for his thoughts on the Missing man on the donkey And the golden thread. “Dear wise-one. Nothing was strange Which meant that Everything was strange. How can anyone play a perfect crime? Here is a thin hint found on the scene.”

Mr.Anyone chuckled in the most generous voice, “Young man, you are imagining things. Becoming a hero may sound sweet But do not dare to be Anyone’s hero.”

The next day a man with emerald eyes Knocked on Mr.Anyone’s door. Everyone would gossip in excitement, “My dear, look at all those jewels in his hands.”

Mr.Someone questioned, “A luxurious man in woven straw shoes Painted in gold? With two bare ears Just like the ones of the missing merchant. Everything might be strange.” The golden bell tinkled twice.

The next morning the town was horrified As the rich man’s mask was found Around the corner of the town hall. Two eye holes empty and hollow Green emeralds and jewels nowhere to be found.

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Man of emerald-eyes, where are the missing jewels! Not a body to be found. Not a clue to be seen. Brutal murder of the century. Only a single white thread of silk found On the void eye hole!”

Mr.Someone, the town’s troublesome detective Knocked on Mr.Anyone's door, “How can anyone play a perfect crime? There are no hints found on the scene other than a golden thread. No-one can leave the scene in such a perfect crime.” Mr.Anyone answered in a slightly irritated voice, “Child, listen. You are being too stubborn Locked inside the small world of yours Where No-one is right.”

Mr.Someone argued, “Sir, but if you could just see the clues with your eyes.” Mr.Anyone cut Mr.Someone’s words. “No. I have seen enough With my blue lapis lazuli eye. The one that works better Than two of your trivial ones.”

The next day a man in a black suit with a white hat Knocked on the door to ask, “Ahem, dear judge, I am a man of incomplete justice.”

The next morning the town was terrified. As the man’s white hat and the fan was found Deep in a mud pool.

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! A man of the incomplete suit, Shooting for the stars! How did lose his justice? Who is the devil To take away the innocent man’s voice?”

No-one came forth of the furious crowd to say, “O hear me, friends! I am Mr.No-one, a man of no fake. Let us share our greatest pity For the three innocent victims. I do not know their names nor faces But I believe they were vulnerable men. Let us unite to uncover the tragedy And bring back justice! Here stands with me the Almost-Another-Victim!”

Almost-Another-Victim busted into tears, “I have not experienced it myself But without a doubt, The murderer was a man of the blue eye.” The raucous rage aroused among the crowd. “Hypocrite! Anyone is the hypocrite!”

“O please hear me, friends, for once!” said Mr.Someone. “Of course these crimes are Never too small and never too sad. But we must not make any rash judgments To call anyone a murderer. We should not jump into any conclusion before...”

All of a sudden someone threw a stone Aimed at Mr.Someone’s head. “Stop the man’s words. Evil one!” The mass chased after Mr.Someone. “Hence! Away!”

The crowd pulled out Mr.Anyone In the middle of the square. “What is going on? I haven’t done anything!” cried Mr.Anyone.

Everyone went wild. They dragged screaming Mr.Anyone away.