Writing Prompt

He narrowed his eyes at her laughing nervously. 

“What do you mean you’ve killed someone?”

 “I’m dead serious babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags.”

Patrick sighs, rubbing his temples. This is not the first time that this has happened. 

“So, honey, what is the occasion? Is it a big one?”

“What do you mean? Why does there have to be a special occasion?”

“I just mean- Well, last time you kill...

“Tell me what you mean,” Ben was no longer laughing.

Annoyance was clear in Annabelle’s tone, “Ben, I know you’re scared, but we seriously need to go. They’ll be here at any moment.”

“Who? The cops?” He laughed quietly to himself, thinking of the insanity of this moment, “Maybe I should hand you over to them? I mean, how do I know you won’t kill me next? How do I know you’re not insane?”

Annab...

He narrowed his eyes at her, laughing nervously. "What do you mean you've killed someone?"

"I'm dead serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags."

She throws him a duffel bag, the same one they always used on vacation. He catches it, but drops it, stalking towards her.

"Are you going to elaborate? Or am I going to stand here wondering what my wife has been doing today?"

"First of all, yo...

I narrowed my eyes at her, laughing nervously. “What do you mean you’ve killed someone?”

“I’m serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags.” She moved to enter our bedroom, but I blocked her. “Move.” She demanded.

“Love, who did you kill?”

“She kept critiquing me and I felt insulted.” She mumbled, slowly leaning closer to me until her arms were around my waist.

“Please, just tell me w...

He narrowed his eyes at her, laughing nervously. “What do you mean you’ve killed someone?”

“I’m dead serious babe. We need to get moving, pack your bags.”

She shuffled around their room grabbing clothes and stuffing them into a small duffle bag. Adam stood there and watched her. He was confused, he’d never seen her act like this.

“Hey what’s going on?” he said.

Sh...

Alarm splat

You’ve killed somebody

This is a bank robbery

It’s just a security guard he tried to shoot us

You got the money

Let’s run before cops come with swat

It’s Bonnie and clyde

Run before they come and barricade this place with machine guns

There’s no time to lose no negotiation is the death penalty cross the line there’s no return

Like Thelma and Louise we jump into deep water and the unk...

She trembled, shaking as she tried to dial his number for the fourth time. Finally, she got it right, but it still took three tries until she successfully hit the ‘call’ button.

“Hey Babe, what’s going on?” She tried to speak, but her lips were anvils, and instead she broke into sobs. “Babe?” An incoming FaceTime popped up on her phone and she answered it habitually. “Hey, what’s going on? Are y...

“Hold on, hold on. Who the hell did you kill?” Angel asks, still doing as they said and grabbing a bag.

“Valentino.”

His hand slips off the dresser he’d been opening as every muscle in his body goes slack at once. He’s distantly aware of his knees going weak, and his legs slipping out from underneath him, but he swears he’s dreaming, they can’t be serious.

They catch him, eyes wide with alarm ...

On the run

Isn’t fun

Get your gun

Running with the sun

No turning back

Pick up the slack

Fast no tracks

Sleeping on racks...

He frenzied into their living room, knife balled in his fist. He looked directly into her eyes and she glanced back into his. He spoke, in a frantic tone.

“I just- I just killed someone!”

She narrowed his eyes at him, laughing nervously. "What do you mean you've killed someone?"

"I'm dead serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags."

“Jesus, Andres. I knew you were insane, but now I don’...