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Incorporate the Reader
For those of you who are familiar with my challenges, you know that I tend to make them pretty complicated. This one, however, tops them all. Write a story that incorporates the reader into it as much as possible. For example, write a police report as if the reader were the detective, or a medical journal as if the reader were the doctor, and so forth. And if you really want to impress, and if you have the mind for it, perhaps try writing a “choose your own adventure” story (I am not sure how this would work, but hey, why not?). I am curious to see how this goes, so, have fun with it!
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The Real Crook

So, this is not my best work, but I tried. Writing in a way that incorporates the reader is not a strength of mine, but I loved having the opportunity to try my hand at it. :-) So, thank you very much, ValiantRaptor47!

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We have two characters in this story.

First, we have the police officer: Hans Christian Stevenson. He is a twenty-seven year old man. His black hair is cut short; think of an army cut. He sports a slight beer belly, but he is of a strong build.

Next, we have you. And you are very important in this story...Let’s begin.

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“Ah, nothing like a nice hot cup of coffee when you have to solve a case.” He leans back into the chair and takes a long sip. Suddenly, he notices you standing in the door. Spewing out his coffee, he jumps to his feet.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”

(the most sarcastic, but jaw-dropping amazing, self-introduction speech that you have ever delivered)

“Oh!” He turns red and takes a step back. “I see. We’ve been expecting you, Chief. Won’t you come in?”

(you walk in, owning the room with your confidence)

“Wait!” He clamps his mouth shut. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I...No! I wasn’t going to say you can’t sit on my chair. Please. Please sit there!

(you make yourself comfortable and face him)

“What? Oh, oh, yes! Of course, how silly of me.” He hands you the dossier. “That is all we have on this case.”

(sarcastic comment on the little evidence that is presented)

“Well, we are working with breadcrumbs, yes. What?” He turns redder. “No, of course not! We paid close attention to the premises! We searched every nook and cranny!”

(continues reviewing dossier)

“What? What do you mean the case is solved? Why, we don’t even have a suspect!” He sips his coffee. “No, Chief. We have NO suspects...It’s who?!!” He spews out his coffee again. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spit at you! Chief, wait, please! Don’t leave! Please!” He runs out of the room, trying to catch up with you.

(you smirk and exit the station, hailing your taxi driver to cross the street and pick you up)

“Chief, please! Why did you say that Sammy Parnell is guilty? Where’s the evidence?” He stops in front of you. “What? How could that be the solution? It’s of no importance whatsoever! Please, explain, Chief!”

(you ignore him and climb into the taxi, ordering the driver to high-tail it out of the town)

“Chief! Chief!! Chief, wait!!!” The taxi zooms away, and disappears around the corner.

(in the taxi, you take out your fake ID and smirk as you look at the name. In the dim light, the name Sammy Parnell glints mischievously. Who said that it was impossible to be a criminal and a chief police officer at the same time?)

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