Writing Prompt

The winter’s so hot,

James burned to the ground? Missing?

Just to the viewer.

Fade away from truth,

help the seers understand.

Live life in plain view.

‘Yeah though I walk in

the valley of common greed,

be evil and viewed.’

‘Coffee never tastes

As good as it smells’, he laughed.

Viewing is obscured....

“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday evening at 3:48pm. Police currently have no leads to whom the murder might be.” The reporter on the rusty television says. James looks over from the counter smirking as he pours himself a coffee the dark liquid sloshing around in an overly sized mug. He sets down a blank book next to his coffee grabbing a stool to sit down on. In one quick motion James ...

“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday,” the reporter on the TV says as James pours himself coffee, smirking—“

Nellie raised her hand. “I’m sorry, can you clarify that sentence? I don’t understand the protagonist’s motivation.”

Charlotte felt her heart sink into her stomach, already quesy from too many snickerdoodles and eggnog. One of her manuscript pages slid out of her hand onto the flo...

He laughed this must be a joke

Fake news

What the world remember never if I’m dead

If nothing it does not matter

I’m happy as I am

If they think I’m dead I’ve finally got no more crazy fans no more news

Thecwytjd cab finally think about more important...

“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday,” the reporter on the TV said as James poured himself a coffee, smirking, “the incident occurred on the 22nd Block of Peach and Jasmine—emergency personel arrived on scene where the man, 32, was pronounced dead.”

James relaxed in his chair, nodding to himself, smiling. He had done it, after all these years, he had finally found a way to escape his d...

“It ain’t Bud Dwyer but it works.” Burnhams assistant and friend Ted awkwardly croaks out from behind him. “We’ll do a press briefing in the morning.”

James Burnham is, or rather was, a politician. A businessman. A father. A husband. James Burnham was many things, but not a fool. Mr. Burnham reveled at the thought of having the opportunity to be a Texas Senator, but he enjoyed the thought of his ...

James Burnham is a name that you must know in this Society. Whether you are old or young.

Rich, handsome, smart and kind. He’s the talk of the town.

A gentleman so fine that he must have been blessed by the goods. A gentle nose and caramel eyes. Poetic and well behaved. A desire evoking smile and wise hands. Full lips and strong arms. Respectfull and kind. He is a hero, they write about. A savio...

"What's so funny hon?" His wife, Elenor called from the bedroom.

"Nothing, baby." James leaned back, reading the paper. There it was, the story that nobody knew wasn't true. Nobody but-

"Hi." She kissed him once, leaving some lipstick on his face. "Now what's so funny?"

He gestured to the television, where the news was playing the latest story.

“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday, by...

“Breaking news, a local man’s body was recovered from the Titian aqueduct. Reporter Powell Lyndon is on the scene with additional information, Powell?”

“Thank you, Rose, this is Powell Lyndon at the Titian Aqueduct the site of yet another suicide. This marks the seventh person to access the facility in two years. I have a spokesperson from AquaPURE Marasol Clark on vid to answer a few questions. ...

_Sucess_ he thought as he stirred in a splash of cream. His coffee was a bit to bitter.

He had perfectly staged his death. And now he would live peacefully in the middle of nowhere.

The woods of Alaska now guarded James Burnham, a supposedly dead man.

And he couldn’t be more happy. Well he could, because he had just spilled coffee on his white shirt.

But nonetheless, he thought himself a very smar...