Here is a writing prompt. I want to see what people come up with.
"The death sentence is about to be carried out. It's too late to save me, but I think she would want everyone to know who the real murderer is, and I want everyone to know I'm innocent. I have $5,000 for you in my will. That should be enough for you to figure out who framed me."
Of course, she'd trusted me.
Gazing down at the note between my fingers, a small smile flitted across my face. I was flattered. We'd been on and off again, but she still trusted me enough. I felt honored that in her final moments, my face would be the last thing she thought of. Crumpling the note, I dropped the paper to the floor and shuffled through the stack of cash she'd left behind.
It was all there. Five grand. And, yeah. It'd be plenty to go off of. The person who framed her would definitely reap the benefits of this cash.
I shoved the money back into the case and snapped the top shut. Sighing, I sank into my chair and reflected. I brought her face to my memory –the scrunched up nose, the brown eyes, the expression so innocent. Too innocent to ever kill anyone. To ever even hurt anyone. It was a damn shame that she was to die for a crime she never even committed.
Raising my beer bottle to my lips, I took a long drought. The taste reminded me. We'd met at a bar. She was so out of place there. An angel in the middle of devils and demons. I'd been her savior, really. I'd spotted her from the moment she entered, but I bided my time. Called her over and bought her a drink after watching her struggle for a while. She'd sipped a glass of red wine and gushed to me about her life. She was in residency. A doctor. Someone who was going to help people.
There was always this…kind of –light, in her eyes. She was smart, but stupid. She trusted everyone who paid her a speck of attention. A girl who knew the periodic table by heart but couldn't figure out people if her life depended on it. Ironically, it did.
I lowered my beer bottle, wiping away the excess moisture from my mouth. She never knew who to trust.
Standing up, I tossed the empty bottle into the garbage and scooped up the briefcase with the money.
"This should be enough for you to figure out who framed me."
Hm. Should be.
I took the money, paid my landlord, and bought a new watch. Bought other random, over priced crap. The money lasted a couple days. I even bought flowers (dandelions, her favorite), to put on her grave.
She'd trusted me. Her mistake.
@writelikeyourerunningoutoftime Oh. My. Gosh. you ripped my heart out and I didn't even know the girl. Bravo.
Heheh thanks!
Someone go off of this one?
"My life is flashing before my eyes"
"You're looking at baby pictures dumbass"
"No but seriously"
I look behind her and see blood dripping from her head to the floor. My eyes then snapped over to the glass shards from the broken window.
"What the heck happened?" She fell to the floor. She grabbed my arm and cried. "It's okay, your just going going to die so don't be sad? It's for a good reason. I promise." The boy then shot her again and pointed his gun at me. "Your next."
Sorry, I'm not very good at writing.
Here's another prompt:
"I thought I killed you."
"Yeah, you didn't. But just because I'm immortal doesn't mean that didn't hurt."
"It was an accident, okay? Jeez."
Here's another prompt:
"I thought I killed you."
"Yeah, you didn't. But just because I'm immortal doesn't mean that didn't hurt."
"It was an accident, okay? Jeez."
" But like seriously man do you know how much hospital bills cost? PLUS all the acting classes I have to take? You are such a pain"
" I know okay? You just looked so vulnerable."
She looks out the window and whines again
" NOW I HAVE TO FIX THE GODDAMN WINDOW AGAIN ALISSA WTF"
Her boyfriend walks in her room and just stares at us, looks at the window, and sighs.
" You really do have this weird ass fetish don't you Alissa, trying to kill people… Jesus"
" YOU KNOW I CAN'T CONTROL IT BILL"
Sorry ik that sucked.
That made me laugh lol