Georges-Henri Daigle
Bio
Trying to make sense of the worlds in my head, since the one outside often doesn't.
I mainly write fantasy, sci-fi and mystery, though I see no reason to limit myself.
Stories (20/0)
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 5
The poorly lit streets felt comforting and familiar. The dimness illuminated the streets enough to help ease my mind from what I had witnessed, but the events of this night just kept streaming through my mind like a movie reel looping repeatedly, recalling something so vivid and real yet, fuzzy, like a dream.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 4
The drive to Reservoir road was quiet and soothing. The air had a stillness to it that almost made me forget about the growing pains in my face and torso from the fight a half hour ago. I could see in the rear-view mirror that I had a busted lip and a cut on my cheekbone, and my side felt like it was going to have bruises for a few days. Luckily though, nothing was broken. I was just going to tough it out and tell anyone that gave me a side eye that it was a failed mugging.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Cases - Chapter 3
Old. The air was heavy with the scent of old books as soon as I went through the door. The smell of old books was one of the prevalent odors I could distinguish as part of the mixture entering my nostrils, but there was more. Old wood, varnish and dust seemed to dominate over everything else in the archeology building apart from the stories of the objects from which the scents emanated.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case
I stared at the piece of paper for a long time, trying to understand its meaning. I decided to fold it up and place it in a plastic bag to examine it later. I checked the remaining offices but found them as empty as all the other ones I had seen before.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case
Every investigator I know has a story about a case that nearly drove them mad. For some, the case was finding a missing person that just vanished into thin air, for others it was getting their hands on some classified documents for any number of reasons, and others ran afoul of people you’re better off knowing nothing about, all in the name of solving a case for a few dollars. Mine is a combination of all three, and unlike the cases I just mentioned, who only talk about being driven crazy figuratively, I very nearly did lose my mind, and my life.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction
Old Number 139
The first thing I felt was steady vibrations. Soon after, I felt heavy hands grabbing my shoulders and shaking me forcibly, and I wrenched my tired eyes open, one millimeter at a time. The darkness parted, revealing the kindly, though worried face, of an elderly gentleman. His firm grip relaxed as he realized I was coming around and helped me lean against the nearest wall.
By Georges-Henri Daigle2 years ago in Fiction