Your protagonist is the assistant to a terrible personal investigator.
Write a story about a day in this person's job.
There’s been a murder in the old Gualictica Manor. Not only is the name hella hard to say, but the Manor looks like a grasshopper sitting on a dung beetle sharing loogies and babies on a pile of—
“Yep, yep. This is it, the old Guh-a-wall-a-tic-ah-ass Manor,” my boss, Private Investigator Teddison Williamson Junior oh-seven-one-two, says as we enter the thick iron gate surrounding the mansion.Oh, ...
Right now, in another life, she is on a stage in a theater full of people. Her performance of a lifetime is coming to a close as she pictures reviews that cite her as a breakout star. In this other life, she didn’t puke all over the stage at her audition, no, she thrived and everything she dreamed of was no longer a dream. Yes, in this life, she’s a star.
“Do you have my investigating lipgloss?” ...
I went to college without my mother. She took her life when I was sixteen. Before that we made music together. Despite her depression she encouraged me. In return I mothered her.
You could say we were symbiotic , meaning we fed off of each other. It was as though we were each other. In this painful relationship
I succeeded in music while she played the piano.
The summer before she died, i was ...
Leave it to a man to be all up in a woman’s business without rhyme or reason. They’ve been terrorizing us for centuries, I don’t know why I thought working for Investigator Abrams would be any different. And before you ask, no- there aren’t any women PI’s in Starkville. I will be the first one. That is, if I can survive this internship.
Abrams has been hired by a suspicious local businessman who...
Braided garlic, wooden stakes, vials of holy water, the shopping bags of supplies rattled in the back of the StationMaster. Ronny fiddled with the radio dial. Regan slapped his fingers.
“Focus on the road, Sherlock. Your last shortcut wasted twenty minutes and rattled my spine.”
Ronny grumbled while his assistant Regan selected the Taylor Swift channel on Spotify. They had left the god-awful bac...
6am: I wake up at 6am and write in order who is talking with Shawn today.
Then I eat, and rush out the door at 7am to get to his house.
8am: first client arrives, I stand outside listening, writing notes and pray he won’t make mistakes.
8:30am: I talk to him about the mistakes he made and how to improve his side of the talk (ie be more sensitive (like not saying “your grandma died? Cool.”))
Another terrible day.
Another terrible way.
Terrible is the job.
Terrible like a mob.
This man is a jerk,
But the job has perks.
At times he just hurts
With his insulting words.
His way is harassment.
This job is entrapment.
Like living in the basement.
But that’s not what I meant.
Leaving is not an option.
I’m under the spell of a potion.
I need sunscreen and lotion.
But being the wife is devo...
-Idiot- I thought
How the hell was it possible that I was working for this idiot who knew absolutely nothing about his work?
Steve, he wasn't a bad guy but being his secretary and being with him all day he knew that he wasn't very smart and he was too bad at his job, in fact it was terrible, our building was a disaster there was garbage everywhere, I don't know how people kept coming, I guess th...
“Mark, come in here.” Sutton is sitting at his desk shuffling through the piles of papers that he considers his filing cabinet. He looks congenial and I hate to ruin his mood but I have been working for Sutton for about three months now and it is high time that he gets my name right.”
“It’s Matt.” I say stepping into his office.
“Oh yes, of course, Matt. Well come in here. We have a new assignment...
Ally stared at the clock. ‘8:45 a.m.,’ she thought. ‘Uncle Tom is late again.’
Ally tapped her pen against the notebook on her desk. ‘I wish Uncle Tom would buy me a computer,’ she thought. ‘It would make my job so much easier.’
At 11:45 a.m., the office phone rang.
Ally snatched the phone up and held it to her ear. “Uncle Tom,” she said. “Are you on your way? Where have you been? You’re almost...
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