Writing Prompt

It couldn’t possibly be me.

Could it…..

I don’t know how all roads lead to me because I do the opposite of committing crimes. I solve them.

Maybe I did both…

It can’t be me. It wouldn’t make sense. But is does on paper.

The others think I’m crazy and joking when I say these things. Maybe they are right.

Maybe they aren’t…

How can someone be a good detective and a sleep walking serial killer a...

The cup of coffee in my hands looked like muck at that point in the night. I was glued to my desk for hours on end and there was nothing left but the grinds. The desperation of catching this savage killer had me drinking the unthinkable as a new brew was out of the question, there was no time for that nonsense. The clues were right in front of me. The answer had to be there.

My partner left me ...

It couldn’t have been. I’m a detective, I solve the crimes, catch the murderers, I cannot be one of them. But the clues, they are there.

I knew the victim. She worked in the coffee shop I visited every morning. We didn’t talk outside the small talk required to get my needed caffeine. Nothing interesting, nothing evil. But she was dead. Her throat slit. And there was a knife found at the...

My name is Joe. I am a detective and I’ve been looking for the person who has murdered my ex fiancé. I’ve traveled around and asked around, but nobody knew her. I went to her house where she was murdered and checked in places that I was curious about. When I was at the club with her last night, I got drunk so she had to drive me home. She pulled up to her house instead of mine. She got out and wen...

“How does he do it?” I said aloud, studying my whiteboard that was a map of pins and notes.

“What, Sir?” my assistant said.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud.”

“Sir?”

“Yes, Conway?”

“Why do you refer to them as ‘he’”? We don’t actually have a positive confirmation on gender, yet.”

I couldn’t actually answer that question. It was a feeling I had had, a feeling I didn’t even know I had. Ev...

Looking at my clipboard

Connecting the pegs with red strings.

Scratching the side of my head

“Who could this fella be?”

I’m looking at my list of suspects and checking it twice

They all sure don’t seem nice.

“What’s that stench?”

Blood on my jacket? It can’t possibly be fresh

It was dripping from my jacket and falling onto my leather shoe too.

Just then my assistant walked into the room. saw t...

My heart is racing and it feels like my head could explode. It couldn’t have been me, I couldn’t do something like this. The knife in my hand is feeling heavier and heavier. I drop it and it clangs on the floor.

I know what kind of person I am. My parents had always called me their golden child. I went to cotillion and private school. My college plans were always ambitious, but instead I married...

I really need to get some sleep, I thought, looking at the brutally slaughtered body of a woman, all but hacked into pieces. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling out, her unseeing eyes staring into space, like two lifeless orbs similar to those of a fish.

I sighed, the sound lost in the noise typical of a crime scene.There was blood everywhere but no murder weapon. Great. She was probably kille...

(continued from “Leap of Faith”...)

It’s been weeks since we found that giant skull in the desert. We’ve all gone back to work and made promises to keep our secret. Our schedules have kept us from continuing our explorations so far.

Every day I’m on edge that it’s gonna come up in a meeting- I am a detective for the local police after all- but so far it seems nobody else knows it exists.

I sp...

It doesn’t make any sense. How could my fingerprints be at these scenes? I didn’t even attend the scenes until I was bought in to take over the investigations after the boss went off sick. It must be a mistake. I’ll speak with the finger print and experts and get them to re look at the case.

But why can’t I remember what on earth I was doing on those evenings? I know Iv told the detective inspecto...