Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
Unbeknownst to him, the fix was in for the card game
His opponents had stacked the deck and bought the dealer’s conscience
Once the hand was dealt, he didn’t even look and went all in. They all smiled as they joined him.
He revealed his cards with his right hand and his gun with his left. Both gave him the win
Clark studied the scene in front of him
Little things seemed out of place, but there was no smoking gun
Undeterred, he knew he would crack the case
Eventually, something would click
Leaving the perpetrator unmasked
Every murderer made a mistake, like leaving the murder weapon
Soon as Clark found it he would be one step closer
Sarah sighed when she had to point out the knife in the corpse’s back
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Being behind the eightball was Wayne’s usual position
Under the gun was his preferred work style
Since it kept him motivated
Yet while he was a whirling dervish of activity, he never got anything done
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Finally, Penny had him to himself
It would soon be over, one way or the other
Reaching for her gun, she didn’t notice him pull one himself
Eventually, the police found her body with a bloody blackmail note
Penny checked her purse for the gun for like the fifteenth time
Until this was over she was going to be a wreck
Lifting her glass, she pounded back the champagne
Locating her mark, she swore under her breath and walked after him
The click of an empty chamber fell upon recently deafened ears. It was finally over, or at least Margret hoped so. Then there was the creak of a door opening downstairs. She dove under her bed. She had dropped a couple of rounds when loading last time. She just needed to find them.
The stairs creaked and groaned as the cause of the noise climbed to the second floor.
Margret’s searching hand slapped away a smooth metallic object. She stifled a curse and pulled herself further under the bed.
The door to the bedroom opened.
Margret felt tears fall from her chin. She closed her eyes and said a prayer. Her hand still searching, her fingers found the fallen round. She slowly opened the chamber and slid it in. She frantically tried to locate her assailant.
The floor creaked.
Something grabbed her ankles and pulled.
She never got to scream.
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New sounds erupted from behind Marc
It spurred him to run even faster
Gun shots rang out, shattering the asphalt on either side of him
He made a hard right turn to get some cover from a parked Hummer
The tires on the vehicle soon flattened
Marc fumbled for his gun before peaking up above the hood
A silence descended on the scene, and Marc couldn’t see his assailants
Rapidly his heart hammered as he waited for a target
Everything exploded when his alarm went off and he woke up
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I put one more shovelful of dirt over her grave. The ground looks like hell, and it should. She was a demon that possessed me. I worry about her being found and released from her grave to haunt me. I can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance, though for a moment I worry it is the armies of Hell with her as their general coming to exact revenge. I laugh at the storm and pull out my gun. I have killed the devil. I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger to receive my reward.
I found a writing prompt on reddit to write an acrositic poem based on mythology or proverbs. I decided to go in a slightly different direction. :>) For those of you that don’t know…
Acrostic: An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.
Until Nancy pressed the trigger, I didn’t think she could do it
Nancy was always the good girl
Faithful, loving, caring, never hurt a fly
Always the person who would go the extra mile
I watched as Eveline’s body pumped dark red blood onto the rug
Too surprised to do anything, I just sat there and recorded
Her soul leaving her eyes, those perfect emeralds
Furious, Nancy turned the Colt 45 toward me.
Until that moment I hadn’t regretted what I had did.
Lust ended as our two pools of blood intermingled on the carpet
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