My friends at Crack Your Nuts have asked me to join them in a writing challenge where we write an article, short story, essay, or whatever we can think of everyday. Challenge accepted.
Writing Challenge Day 42 - post 6.
From a random plot generator I got this:
A woman in her early forties, who can be quite spontaneous.A man in his late thirties, who can be quite overbearing.The story begins by a river.A relationship breaks up.It's a story about terror.Your character attempts to keep a low profile
Writing Challenge Day 42 - post 6.
From a random plot generator I got this:
A woman in her early forties, who can be quite spontaneous.A man in his late thirties, who can be quite overbearing.The story begins by a river.A relationship breaks up.It's a story about terror.Your character attempts to keep a low profile
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Part 3.
Sunday flipped his notebook open, clicked his pen, and began probing for information, "I'm Detective Sunday, I would like to ask you a few questions, Heather." Sunday was calm and sincere.
"Yes, please ask anything you want, Detective."
"Around what time did you find the victim?
"I would say it was 11:30 or so. I was eating lunch at the picnic table over there, when I heard a terrible scream... I went over to see what was going on. That's when I saw the body."
"Did you see anybody else when you approached the body?"
"No, nobody."
"Was the scream male or female?"
"It was male. I assume it was coming from the man lying there... the victim. I mean... it sounded so painful."
"How about that strange smell? Was it present before you heard the scream?"
"No, as soon as I saw the body, the smell was there."
"So you didn't see anything out of the ordinary... nothing suspicious?"
"No, Detective. I'm sorry I'm not that helpful."
"It's OK, Heather."
Additionally, Sunday wrote down her contact information and concluded the interview. Sunday flipped his note book closed and frowned. No leads means a lot of waiting. However, the victims past might provide some clues.
"Detective, wait..." Heather ran back up to Sunday, "There is something else. I forgot to mention it."
"Go on."
"Just before I heard the scream I felt really weird. And then there was this strange heat all around me. It must have only been a couple seconds, but it was pretty powerful. I hope I don't sound nuts, but I'm very spiritual... and that surge of heat felt unnatural."
"Thank you, Heather, It's very helpful. I'll be in touch."
Sunday looked worried - strange heat, gross smells, what the hell was going on?
