Satan has been demoted from head of the underworld and overthrown by another fallen being. From there he was thrown to earth, trapped in a human shell. Driven mad, he goes on a rampage, murdering tens of people. But he is always careful not to leave evidence linking him to the kills. You are a detective and your job is to prove and convict the literal Devil.
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The Artist Who Fell
Once there was an artist who went out everyday,
To the cliffs she would go to paint the sea spray,
The waves in curls and folds of blue
Water rushing in a darkened hue,
Then one day the artist fell
From the heights of the cliff
Into the sea swell
But the waves gently cradled
The artist so close
“How can we kill the one that loved us the most?”
But then to ocean’s great surprise,
Tears began to fill the painter’s eyes.
“I’m sorry to tell you, I did not fall.”
Then said with words that did break,
“I’m sorry, I jumped, it wasn’t a mistake.”
Which may it be?
It will set you free
And hold you close
Reveal what you care for the most.
It can be a sweet release
Of endless peace.
But can devour as a reckless beast.
Some seek it out,
Others fear.
But it will happen to all far and near.
Is it’s embrace warm or cold?
It distinguishes not between youth and old.
Makes some cry
Others release a breath.
Am I addressing love or death?
Writing Prompt: Death Detective
You move into a new apartment only to find weird cryptic writing scrawled on the walls and the smell of smoke perpetually lilting through the place. Turns out the flat is haunted by the ghost of a detective who died before he could solve his case. So, in order to get rid of him, you agree to help him out and fulfill his last wishes.
Attention
Pay attention to the soul in the corner,
And the person when the joke cuts too deep.
To those who text you late at night,
For they’ve never been good as sleep.
Pay close attention,
To the third friend on the walk,
For when path grows too narrow,
And leaves only room for two to talk.
Pay close attention to
The misfits
The thirdwheels
The nobodies
The weirdos
The lonely
The freaks
Pay close attention,
Open your eyes and see,
For such are these people,
They were once were you & me.
Writing Prompt: The New Age of Piracy
The seas rose over the US over the course of a 1,000 years, slowly but surely. Civilization became submerged. Many were lost to the flood. As the New York skyline disappeared beneath the waves, the younger generation realized A new age was dawning~ the second age of piracy.
Writing Prompt: Bloodlust
People’s society and status depend on their blood color. White bloods are at the top of the food chain, then blue, purple, then red. You slice your palm one day to find it black in color.
Writing Prompt: School of Crime
Your parents are dead and you are sent to live with your grandparents when you are a young age. They’re nice enough but they are rather… Peculiar. Nonethless they have a hand in your raising and eventually when you reach middle school age, tell you that they’ve picked a special school for you to attend in your high school years. You don’t give it a second thought until they hand you a pamphlet titled:
“School of crime & thievery”
Turns out your grandparents used to attend said school and wish to send you where you have a choice to major in various classes, the options being:
Thief
Assassin
Pirate
Renegade
Mercenary
Conman
Blue
The color of wind swirling in the fall.
The color of the feeling of an unanswered call.
The colors of droplets swimming down a pane.
The color of the night when it’s driving you insane.
An angry ocean, whose waves curl.
The cold wind in a flag as you watch it unfurl.
The color of that heavy weight in your chest.
When things don’t work out, though you gave it your best.
The color you feel when your finger tips are cold.
The color you touch when your soul becomes old.
The color that surrounds you as you’re falling in a dream.
The color that you exude when you’re torn at seams.
The color of water as it moves, always, always running.
The color you feel when you realize you don’t like what you’re becoming.
Writing Prompt: 10 Perfect Days
A girl finds out she doesn’t have much longer to live, and will probably die over the course of the next month. So she dedicates a day to each of her friends, engineering the perfect day with them.
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