Write Me Now- The Serial Killer

Write Me Now is a game to help improve your creativity by practicing writing, which is the key of becoming a good writer. Test your imagination by writing a story that you didn’t choose. You will be given a beginning and an ending, and you get to fill the story with whatever plot you come up with to link them together. Share what you wrote here in the comments space below with other writers and see how they imagined the story to be. So open up your mind and let the stream of ideas gush into reality and let’s write me now.

The Beginning:

I took a sip of my Starbucks latte as I inspected the dead girl in front of me. She took a bullet in the back of the head while watching the TV in her apartment. Her blood splattered everywhere on the couch, and the crime scene was crowded with police officers. ‘What do you think, Detective?’ said Detective Garrity, she is smart and witty and I know she was referring to the previous two cases we have been called on this month. They were all the same; Victims sitting on their couches watching TVs with bullets to the back of their heads, all early twenty females. ‘I think it’s too much of a coincidence to be totally unrelated’ I said raising my eye brows. ‘Well, seems like we will be hunting down a serial killer then’ she said with a smirk on her face, she was new in the field and loved every bit of it. I in the other hand have grown sick of all the disturbed and sick people I saw every day. I left the crime scene and headed to the street to light a cigarette; Garrity followed me ‘your wife thinks you are sending yourself to an early grave with this bad habit. I can’t let that happen as I still have years ahead of me to learn from you’ she caught the cigarette and threw it on the pavement. I glared at her and she flinched ‘Sorry’ She said unapologetically with a shrug. I dared her by lighting another one and focused on the crazy car horns around me.

….Write Me Now….

The Ending:

‘I don’t know what to do?’ Garrity said through her relentless sobs when she visited me in prison. ‘You don’t have to do anything, Lauren. Go find a job and leave all of this behind you’ I said holding her hands. She is like a daughter to me and it pained me to see her like that. ‘No, John. I will make him pay’ she was still sobbing. I caught her chin to lift her head ‘look at me,’ I said ‘You will do no such thing, you understand? You will forget about me, this case and this whole fucking detective thing and will go live your life. Do you understand?’ I urged her to listen ‘Lauren, Do you understand?’ I asked more vehemently. ‘I understand’ she sobbed more and I held her until the end of the visit. 

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