Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Inspired by Aster
The Perfect Murder
Write a story that could have this as its title.
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“Goodnight Dakota,” you tease through the connecting bathroom door knowing I can’t help but call after you.
Dear god, I would rip you apart.
I adore you.
I’m crying and running my hands through my hair.
I’m shutting you out because I know it’s starting to show, my feelings about you. I know you notice. You miss me getting flustered over you. Now that I’m pretending not to want you, you miss yo...
The sun dipped low over the rugged hills of New Zealand’s North Island, painting the sky in shades of crimson and orange. But for Jack Holloway, the breathtaking view was lost in the haze of his meticulously laid plans. He stood on the porch of his secluded farmhouse, his mind racing as he gazed into the dense bushland that surrounded him like a shroud. To an unsuspecting observer, he was just a s...
**“Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession.” - Ted Bundy**
“I’ve been mistaken. See, I can admit when I’m wrong. That’s right, I’m back. You should be fairly familiar with me now. Right? You do remember me, right? You know, the guy with the tackle box.”
“Yeah. You remember me.”
“That quote that I read to you when you came in, that’s my inspiration. You could...
You?
I spent the past five months planning what I am going to do to you. I hate your voice. That’s what has to go first. I don’t want to damage your neck. I hate dosing people. It’s not entertaining. Actually, bruising might be a good additional color to your neck. Let’s snap it. Voice gone and some added color. Good thinking.
I hate your hands. You held my hands with them and then you held hers...
Adam and Melody has just finished their dinner, it was their 1 year anniversary of dating. It was nothing special, but Adam still tried his best to prepare a good meal with the money they had in their joint bank account. Whether it was dollar store candles and microwavable cans of soup or a 5 star restaurant, it meant the same to Melody. She knew that Adam was doing his best and frankly, it was be...
My favorite type of person is a killer who justifies their craft in accordance with God. I enjoy killing and I was made in the likeness of God. Therefore, God must enjoy killing.
In another universe, I’m fishing in the Savage River in Maryland with my Border Collie. Her name is Lassie.
In this universe I and bedding my new garden with you six feet under. You will make beautiful Sedum.
If you ga...
“I thought I would get better,” I tell the detective in the interrogation room.
“I was saving lives,” I assured him. “I’m a criminal profiler, I save lives.”
He questions me as if he doesn’t believe the report in his hands, “Says here you have a disease? Dementia?”
“Dementia itself isn’t a disease, it’s a symptom of disease. There’s nothing wrong with me, and it’s not even Alzheimer’s, it’s Kor...
I was thinking today…about how I’d kill my ex.
I was sharpening pencils of all things when I began to think about it. I thought about how satisfying it would feel to dig a screw driver into their chest. The harder I pressed the pencil into the sharpener, the more I could feel the screwdriver (or maybe an ice pick) piercing their organs.
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I’m looking at you as you sit in the parking lot, in your car. You’re on your phone. I bet on you not locking your car door.
I aproach your passenger door and tap the window. I hold my hand to my chest and fiddle with my coat. I readjust my glasses and give you a soft smile.
You roll down the window not even half way. Atta girl, you know better. I perky up, pitifully, “I was wondering if I coul...
“Stanley,”
You say
“Why are you
Looking at me like that?”
“S-Stanley,”
You say
“Please put down the knife
No! Go away!”
I bring a finger
To my lips
And stab my knife
Into your chest
“Shhh,”
I say, watching you choke
On your own crimson fluid
“Shhh, it’ll all be alright.”
“Stan-Stan—,”
Your eyes roll back
“Please…
Stanley….”
**_Silence
_**I take the knife out
And wipe it clean with
My gloved
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