Writing Prompt

When a call came over the radio that a murder had taken place, Detective Hill was relieved. During his tenure as a police officer, he witnessed every version of depravity and his attitude towards death had hardened, though this was the first time he reacted with anticipatory giddiness. In a few days, the retirement forced upon him would become official. He hoped a lengthy investigation extended...

No poem today

I don’t wanna loose my streak lol...

My name is Louis Vincent and my Old retiring partner is Roger Kane and my current job is to keep him occupied which I can tell you is not a problem at. all. Rather I wonder if we get even get to the surprise party we planned for him.

Roger is 70 years old and is extremely hardheaded which is good when he’s on the job he’ll keep cracking that nut of a case until it’s cracked. That’s why I’m keepin...

‘Hey, Joe can you put me down, for 2, for next Tuesday. The misses, might go with me. She likes to get dolled up,

And charm the Sox off of the crowd’. This little get together, is a master plan, of our bosses secretary, Julie. She

Runs the show and keeps him in line.

Well, he, Sam the boss, had decided, to give up the boots, and badge in trade, of retirement. He gave them, 32 long,

hard year...

Burn your lips into mine.

Oh obsession and lust

are a torment of the mind...

The sleepless nights

I cried insane.

In and out of

consciousness,

I’m never the same.

Black out sad,

in my broken state.

A heart of make

believe and long

lost fate.

I’m addicted to

the sour of his notes.

The unclaimed darkness

of rhythms wrote.

Stars thus fade.

As the clouds rummage

through what’s left,...

Lonzo, well Detective Alonzo Huggins, pushed the door to the squad room open, causing it to slam against the door as he had done every working day for the last fifty years. He made his way over to his desk, pushed the messy pile of papers out of the way, plopped his to-go coffee on the top of the desk, opened his egg sandwich, and took his first bite. It was only as he was chewing on his breakfast...

the water fills my lungs.

i can’t breathe, i just can’t breathe.

my head is stuck, pulled under the water from a strong hand, one i used to trust.

bubbles and bubbles.

i’m choking, sputtering, gagging up swamp water. my legs and arms are probably caked in mud, covered.

it squelches as i try to sit up, the hand pulling me back under.

a voice brings me back. officer catrow. “rex? you good?...

They shoot the white girl first.

The camera flashes, covering her in light that spills across her body- like blood does.

For a second the room goes silent like the soft press of a trigger before the bullet leaves the barrel.

But do not fear; for life can be dangerous but it is also a party.

“Relax my friend, this is just a party. the time for mystery will always come, there will always be peo...

“You’re for real Gene? You’re really gonna retire?” As Denver mindlessly flipped through the manila folders organized on Gene’s desk, he nodded.

“Sure am. It’s been a wonderful fifty years,” squeezing Denver’s shoulder he added, “but I can rest easy knowing my position is going to be in good hands.”

Gene’s decision to retire created for the perfect opportunity for his boss’s nephew to slip in....

Gun drawn, I open the door with a slow creak, eyes peeled for movement.

I got the address from the receptionist. All it took was a little distraction for me to peer over and memorise the writing on the notepad.

I had noticed the whispers around the office… talks of supplies, ballrooms, and even sharpies. These were odd words that made me think, and everyone stopped talking as soon as they saw me...