Writing Prompt

-the yellow tape is lifted up as two detectives enter the house-

“I want a coffee Fritz! Go fetch it!” Detective Connor Jones orders like a smart ass.

“No you dumb ass I'm the lead detective,” Aaron sighs entering the room if the deceased girl.

“Ugh…” Conner rolls his eyes and enters.

-Aaron walks over and observes the girl as Connor asks the police questions-

“Its a suicide,” one says referr...

They thought it was a suicide.

They thought the pretty blonde girl,

With all her makeup

And money

And friends

And popularity,

Was just another suicide case.

She’d fallen from the top of her perfect mansion,

Her perfect castle on top of the world.

They whispered in the streets

“Why would she do that?”

“She had everything, why did she give it up?”

“Did she know how much _we_ suffered? She was so luc...

"Aurelius! Please come and watch a movie with meeeee!" Cosmia shouted up the stairs.

Aurelius chewed on the eraser of his pencil more. A few papers were scattered over the desk below him. He furiously scanned them again and groaned. Cosmia came into the room with worried eyes.

"I still can't find anything!" he grunted.

"Aurelius, maybe take a break and watch a movie with me?" she whispered.

He...

The scene around me seemed off, things almost seemed staged. Areas had been disturbed, the dust moved around but were magically back in place after he was found dead. Then there is the fact of the angle of the gunshot. It would be near impossible for a person to do it themselves. These small details would be easily missed if you hadn’t analyzed scenes like this for twenty years. Stepping into the ...

Terrence Arceneaux parked his unmarked car a little off-campus. He had been called all the way from the 5th precinct down in Bywaters - which was rather unusual. He passed the PJ’s before the clock hit 9 o’clock, the flocks of students in need of their morning caffeine fix still encircling the place.

Terry hurried towards the Newcomb Quad, the smaller lawn on the West of the Tulane University cam...

The dead woman lay on her side, the carpet stained red beneath her head. She held a gun in one hand and a tape recorder in the other, both tightly gripped even in death.

"We haven't touched anything," said one of the officers. "We know how you feel about disturbed crime scenes. Though I wouldn't call this a crime scene. Poor girl. At least whatever was causing her pain, it's all over now."

Detec...

Suicide. That unwanted fly buzzed around the ears of station. That unwanted fly injected fear and urgency into the senior staff’s veins. Suicide. Another victim failed. Another family to inform.

Slipping from the strange undercurrent that had a hold of the station, you slithered into the driver’s seat of your work car. Drumming your fingers impatiently on the already smooth polished leather whee...

She was exhausted and more than a little irritated at being summoned on her day off. When she arrived at the scene with a cup of hot coffee in her hand and a glare on her face, a rookie quickly lifted the yellow tape for her. She snatched the cigarette out of his mouth as she passed him and stomped it out on the pavement.

“That’s bad for your health!”

Copious amounts of caffeine and negativity ar...

“Why would she not finish her beans?”

All the officers turned around, staring at me with silent disbelief.

“Wh...why would you say that?” The police officer beside me mumbled, horrified and refusing to meet my eye.

“No, no, uhh... I didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” I quickly backtracked, face glowing red in embarrassment.

“I mean, if you were going to kill yourself, would you bother co...

I stood over the body. The police and my team had been called to the scene fairly early in the morning. The boy on the ground was 20 years old and wore glasses. I looked closely and examined his wrist. He had cut deep horizontal lines into his wrist, a cry for attention. While examining his wrist, and I had almost missed I noticed a bullet hole in his chest. The boy had shot himself and slashed hi...