Written for Violetβs Literary Quote Challenge
where she asks us to include the following line
into our writing: βThings need not have
happened to be true.β Hereβs my response.
Tag: Body
The Keeper
Written for Sammiβs Weekend Writing Prompt
#443 where weβre asked to be creative in
exactly words using the word βvisionβ.
Hereβs where the prompt took me.
Silent Night
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
encourages us to be creative by writing a story in 100
words or less using the photo prompt below. I am also
going with Fandangoβs Story Starter #222 to provide
my first sentence. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
The Bank
Our gracious host, Rochelle, encourages us
to be creative by writing a story in 100 words
or less using the photo prompt below. This is
Friday Fictioneers. Hereβs where the photo took me.
There’s Always Something
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration
to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. This is my flash.
Just Below The Surface
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration
to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. This is my flash.
Club Kashmir
Lovely Jenne from The Unicorn Challenge
is teasing us once again with this photo.
We are to get creative in 250 words or less.
In exactly 250 words, this is my response.
βCoroner? What do we need the coroner for?β asked Police Sergeant Jeffries. βItβs obvious this poor slob jumped off the roof. Just look at him!β
βNot so fast, Jeffriesβ snapped Police Captain Russo. βTake a close look at his hand.β
Knowing his boss was expecting him to man up, Jeffries crouched down near the splattered corpse. God, he hated jumpers.
βYou know what I think, Cap? This guy was some sort of perv into the kinky stuff. That bottle in his hand is from Club Kashmir, the notorious sex den.β Jeffries looked up at his superior hoping to have made a good impression.
βJeffries, sometimes I wonder how you ever made it onto the forceβ sneered Russo. βIf you hope to be Lieutenant someday, you better prove you have what it takes. Pervert, my ass!β
Humiliated, Jeffries was beginning to think he wasnβt cut out for this line of work β always tripping over himself to impress the captain.
β Jeffries! Make yourself useful. Put that bottle in an evidence bag. And for Christβs sake, put on a pair of gloves first!β Russo shouted.
Jeffries felt like an idiot but did as he was told.
Captain Russo ordered everyone back to the station. βNot you, Jeffries. Youβre done for tonight. Go home. Report back tomorrow.β
Jeffries nodded curtly but smiled to himself as he fingered the Club Kashmir passkey in his pocket which he pilfered off the dead guy. At least some hot chickie will show him a little appreciation tonight.
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250 Words
This is Led Zeppelin with βKashmirβ
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