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lemonluvgirl · 5 months

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All I'm saying is that someone needs to write a mystery/thriller about investigative journalist Peeta who is researching the murder of Lucy Gray Baird and teams up with small town loner Katniss who inherited the house where Lucy was believed to have been killed.

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unboundprompts · 2 months

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One word prompt:

Pink

Random Prompt #111

He wore a single pink thread around his wrist, tied in a tight knot. When asked about it, he'd give a random answer, the story about the thread never staying the same. "It's from an old sweater." "I found it on the ground." "I had an extra piece of yarn."

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writing-to-survive · 3 months

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#184

Your friend died in an accident. Everyone had accepted their death and began to move on. You couldn't. As a desperate attempt to move on, you decided to text them. You knew they wouldn't text back, and your mind would finally accept reality. Seconds after you sent your message, three little dots popped up. A text back followed shortly after. Your world tilted as you read it.

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writing-ideas-inc · 11 months

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A goes on vacation for a month and promises to bring B back a souvenir when they return. When the month is over, A doesn't come home, but their souvenir is delivered to B's house with a stack of unmailed postcards addressed from A to B. B quickly realize that something happened to A and must use the cryptic clues in the postcards and the strange souvenir to piece together A's time on vacation and figure out the mystery behind A's disappearance.

-Mod Minita

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droptheprompt · 1 year

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Dialogue Prompt #20

"Have we met before?"

"In your dreams."

"You don't have to be a dick about it."

"No, I'm serious. Haven't you noticed your dreams are a bit different yet?"

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nuttynutcycle · 1 year

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Prompt 417

"So if I'm not the murderer, and you're not the murderer..." The sleuth scratched their head. "Who's left?"

Their partner shrugged, scanning the dead bodies around them. "Let's run through the possibilities. Is this a Saw situation?"

One victim groaned on the floor. The sleuth pulled out their gun. "Not for long."

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untitledmemes · 6 months

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Untitled Mystery Item Starter

What's in the bag? Sender sends "REACH INSIDE" + two item/trinkets choices from the table below to receiver. Receiver will write a starter that must include either one or both of the items/trinkets sent to them. For extra fun, I recommend using a random number generator and send what you get! There are 50 items/trinkets below. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

1 : A piece of crumpled paper with an unfamiliar phone number scribbled on it.

2 : A thermos filled with a sweet scented, hot liquid.

3 : A pair of broken glasses missing one of its lenses.

4: A bloodstained face towel.

5 : A laptop with colorful sticks on its back that needs charging.

6 : An old coin with a special meaning to sender/receiver.

7 : A dirty doll with eerie button eyes.

8 : An admission ticket to sender's/receiver's favorite show.

9 : Free Space; Sender's choice.

10 : A pair of weighted dice with an X symbol where the one should be.

11 : A peacock feather that has a strange shimmer in sunlight.

12 : A pair of old socks.

13 : A silver locket with a picture of an elderly couple inside, the man's face scratched out.

14 : A sequined, wooden door knob with mystic carvings.

15 : A blueprint for a contraption far beyond your understanding.

16 : A music sheet for an otherworldly melody.

17 : A fresh fruit basket with a note from a loved one.

18 : A box of chocolates, each one tastes like a different memory of your relationship with its sender.

19 : A big boquet of wildflowers, with a parting note for a deceased person.

20 : A pair of scissors that doesn't cut paper, but cuts stone.

21 : A light bulb that doesn't need a socket to light up.

22 : A silver pistol with intricate carvings that has no ammo.

23 : A portrait of a couple with the woman's face scratched out.

24 : A small pendant of a cat.

25 : An embroided bracelet that was made for you by someone dear.

26 : A receipt for a donation made in your name.

27 : A flip phone with a single new text message from an unknown number, asking for help.

28 : A blank white shirt that changes its color and pattern according to the wearer's mood.

29 : A sexy lingerie set that still has the tags on.

30 : A tiny, ornamented tea cup that doesn't seem like it was made for human hands.

31 : A giant set of cutlery that doesn't seem like it was made for human hands.

32 : A bottle of perfume that contains the most foul smelling odor you ever smelled in your lifetime. For some reason, other people love it!

33 : A photograph of a small child holding out her hands to you.

34 : A key that you do not remember what it opens.

35 : Free Space; Receiver's choice.

36 : A small block made of an unknown material.

37 : A bell tied to a piece of string that makes a remarkably loud sound.

38 : A mask that oddly resembles your enemy's/rival's face.

39 : A hand mirror that shows you the reflection of your enemy's/rival's face instead of your own.

40 : A pillbox with a single capsule left.

41 : A bioluminescent blue rose with a love note dedicated to you, but no mention of its sender.

42 : A piece of your childhood blanket that still smells like your old room.

43 : A worn out carnival toy that you wanted to win many, many years ago.

44 : A piece of expensive moonstone that originated from the moon.

45 : A piece of expensive sunstone believed to have originated from the sun itself.

46 : A sketchbook full of beautiful, detailed portraits of monsterous creatures.

47 : A notebook full of descriptions about an eldritch ritual that promises powers beyond imagination.

48 : An invitation to a formal dinner happening tonight, and the address is your house.

49 : A jar so dark that you cannot see its contents.

50 : An enamel pin of a dog.

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writintheprompts · 2 years

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"How do you keep getting my number?"

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you listen to me very carefully."

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lemonluvgirl · 5 months

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The Mockingjay Cries at Midnight

So, here I am again with another weird Everlark Christmas-themed story. This time I decided to go way-waaay out of the box and try a Christmas/mystery/thriller. Yeah. I know. Should be fun lol. Very festive. Hope you like the first 2 chapters.

Chapter One: The Journalist and Slippery Slope

The winding roads were icy and seemingly endless. Not another car was in sight on the lonely stretch of highway he was traveling. His legs had lost feeling from continuous driving, and his fingers were starting to feel a bit numb too, but not from lack of movement. It was the seeping cold that seemed to pervade everything, despite the heater being turned up to full blast in his old Jeep Cherokee. Bing Crosby’s velvety voice was “Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum,”ing along on the radio, and Peeta Mellark was humming along off-key in a desperate effort to stay awake.

He had been driving for too long, he knew that, but he was very near reaching his destination. He was used to going to uncomfortable lengths to get the story he was after. He had done this before many times. Wisconsin for instance, he drove 9 hours in the rain to make it to Steven’s Point, and it had been hell on his back but he got there, and he got his story. They had to run second and third prints to keep up with the demand. And in Villa Ridge Missouri, he had to stake out an abandoned stretch of road for two days, but he got the story on that one too.

This one would be just like all the rest. A little discomfort, a little lost sleep, but ultimately worth it in the long run once he printed a full expose about the mysterious murders that rocked a little no-name town fifty years ago.

“I am a poor boy too…” His voice warbled tiredly as his eyes searched for the mile marker that would tell him where to turn, but there was a steady sleet building outside and it was getting harder and harder to see in the worsening weather.

He was looking for number 113 and going by the map he was forced to use after he lost GPS service, it was bound to be around here somewhere.

“I have no gift to bring, Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum” He had already passed exit 18 aways back. That meant 113 was coming up any minute now.

“That’s fit to give a—shit!” He caught sight of the reflective marker with the numbers 113 and tried to turn, half a second too late and much too sharp, but the tires couldn’t find purchase on the slick road on such short notice.

The car started to hydroplane.

“Fuck, FUCK!” Thinking quickly, he did what all the experts said was best, which was to turn into the spin.

But he was going too fast. The row of snow covered trees that lined the highway like silent guardians blurred and drew closer in his vision.

Suddenly he couldn’t remember what was so important that he drove out to the middle of nowhere a few days before Chrsitmas to find. Surely it wasn’t this. A quick and violent end on an icy road with no one who even knew where he was this time of night.

Only his editor knew where he was headed and she probably wouldn’t report him missing for days.

All of these thoughts flew into his mind and flew out just as quickly, as fast as the old jeep spun out of control and headed for the treeline.

The last thing he saw was what looked like a woman.

A woman in a faded ruffle dress, with long dark hair, standing on the side of the road. Almost close enough to touch. Time seemed to slow-and stop altogether as she held his gaze. She had a sad, forlorn look in her large brown eyes, that were almost pleading with him. It looked like she was trying to say something, but he couldn’t make it out. It seemed important if the desperate look she was giving him was anything to go by, and he thought that look would be impressed upon him forever should he live past this terrible night.

Then the car made another revolution, and she was taken out of his sight.

Quicker than a blink everything was back to the breakneck speed of reality as the car careened completely out of control. Then there was the sound of breaking glass, the impact of wood on metal, and the sharp flash of pain that radiated through every inch of him.

And then all was darkness.

Chapter 2: The Angel with the Permanant Frown

The beep-beep-beep-beeeep of her minitor almost caused her to knock over her peppermint tea. Almost, but Katniss Everdeen caught the tipping cup at the last second and righted it. She unclipped the mini-monitor on her belt loop, nicknamed ‘minitor’ for short by all the local EMT’s and held it up as the device beeped its special four note tone again. It was the tone reserved for immediately life-threatening situations and it meant she didn’t have a minute to lose.

She grabbed her truck keys off the top of her desk, tossed on her coat, didn’t bother with her hat or gloves, and threw open the door to the office of the local quick-mart.

“Sae! I got a call!” She hollered as she rushed past the woman ringing up customers at the counter.

“This time of night?” The grey haired older woman asked in surprise as Katniss flew by.

“Rules are whoever gets the call has to head to the garage! Call Darius to cover my shift if you need extra security! Or Rory if need someone to help close up!” She shouted over her shoulder as she ran out, the chime of the bell ringing loudly behind her as the door snicked shut.

Panem county was one of the smallest counties in the continental United States. The small townships of the Seam, Hob, and Panem Town proper, or just Town, as the locals called it barely drumed up a population of 4,000 residents combined. The only EMTs the county could afford to keep were volunteer ones, and they didn’t have regular shifts or wait at the station like their big-city counter parts. When someone called 911, dispatch paged everyone within a certain radius of the emergency. Special pre-recorded tones caused their minitors to beep loudly, alerting them to the emergency.

They had different tones for ‘urgent response’, ‘potentially life-threatening’, and ‘immediately life-threatening’ situations. The call she received was the former. Luckily everyone at dispatch knew where to find her on a Tuesday night.

She usually picked up a couple shifts a week working security down at old Sae’s quick-mart. The nights were long and tedious and she spent the majority of them watching the security cameras in the office on the look out for shop-lifters or teens trying to buy beer with fake IDs. Nothing serious, at least, nothing she couldn’t handle with a stern look and few sharp words.

But this—this was a not not nothing. She hadn’t had a call this serious…maybe ever.

Working at Sae’s put her within a mile of the garage so that meant she was going to be one of the first responders to make it there. She needed one other person with her before they could leave, as per the rules. More licsenced EMTs could show up and could ride along but they would have to get there before the ambulance took off.

Her train of thought refocused as she pulled up to the old garage that housed the only ambulance and two working fire trucks that serviced the entire county. She pulled into the closest spot and hopped out down from her truck, ice crunching beneath her boots as she hurried into the garage.

She was indeed the first one to arrive and she busied herself with pulling on her EMT uniform, getting the ambulance ready to go, making sure the tires were inflated, and chained properly for ice and snow, and turning on the engine and checking that the tank was full-which it was, thankfully.

Just as she had finished taking a quick inventory of the medical supplies in the backseat she heard a voice call out from the entrance.

“Always first to answer the call huh, Catnip?” The voice of her oldest and best friend, Gale Hawthorne rang out clearly amidst the rumble of the ambulance’s engine. Of course he would be the second one to the garage.

“Early bird, and all that yada yada,” She replied as she shut the back doors and strode out to the front. Gale was already shrugging off his old coat and pulling on his EMT coveralls.

“Hurry up will ya? Any longer and the stragglers will start to show and then we’ll have to let them ride with.” She shouted as she tossed the keyes to the bus over to him before she pulled open the passenger side and slid in. She didn’t really dislike the other EMTs but her and Gale had been friends and partners for years. They had a system and they knew each other like the backs of their own hands. She preferred working with him if she couldn’t work alone, and adding other EMTs just complicated things.

Gale caught the keyes smoothly, like she knew he would, and he sent her cocky grin before he followed suit and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Didn’t think you’d be up for letting me drive.” He commented as he strapped in and adjusted the mirror to fit his above average height.

“I wanna be first out when we get on the scene.” She said quickly as she pulled on her seatbelt and then turned on the ambulance radio. It was programmed to tune into the local police frequency and there was already some chatter going on about an accident out on the highway.

“‘Course you do.” Gale said with a shake of his head. She ignored him in favor of listening to the information the dispatcher was relaying.

Katniss’ grey eyes narrowed as she heard more details come through.

Jeep Grand Cherokee 1998 crashed out on the highway—around mile marker 113—One driver spotted inside the vehicle—unconscious

“Hurry your ass up!” She hissed at her partner when she heard the last descriptor. Gale shot her a look, but she didn’t even glance at him. She was staring ahead at the road that waited outside the garage as if she could will herself onto it faster. Without further prodding Gale flipped the lights and the ambulance siren on with a flick of his fingers and then they were off, practically peeling out of the garage in the next second. Under different circumstances she might have chewed him out for reckless driving but the roads were practically abandoned tonight and they needed to get on the scene fast.

Besides, she couldn’t shake the antsy feeling she had since she’d gotten the call. There was something inside of her that was telling her that she just needed to get there as soon as possible.

The drive out to the highway usually took fifteen minutes. Gale got them there in nine.

The ambulance finally came to a stop just a few yards past the mile 113 marker.

Up ahead she could make out the mangled up shape of a jeep that had gone head to head with an old spruce and lost. Unfortunately they weren’t in an ideal position to get the injured party inside the ambulance unless Gale repositioned the vehicle.

“Hey you said you wanted to be first on the scene.” Gale replied with a shrug as he moved to undo his seatbelt. Katniss shook her head at him.

“Stay put and back this thing up properly. Doors first!” She bit out tersely as she undid her belt and cracked open her door. She hopped down and shut the door closed on Gale’s complaints, ignoring him completely as she pulled her EMT pack higher on her shoulder and started to march forward.

Sleet was still coming down heavily, and the road was slippery under her boots but her feet pulled her forward as quickly and surely as a lodestone is drawn to a magnet.

Before she knew it she was right outside the driver side door, looking in on the man who had been behind the wheel. His face was turned toward her and she could distinguish his featured clearly.

He was young, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties, he had ashy blond hair that fell in waves over his forehead. She could tell one other thing about him immediately by just looking—he was damn lucky.

The airbag in his car had properly deployed, from her vantage point she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was knocked unconscious, but not dead. The airbag and the seatbelt he was wearing had most likely saved his life, even though he drove an older model jeep and that sometimes meant that air bags didn’t always work like they should. The only visible injury she could see on him was a gash on his forehead.

She needed to get him out of the car though, so she could assess the rest of him, check his torso and legs, but he looked kind big. Not as tall as Gale, but broad and stocky, with wide shoulders that were going to be a bitch to manover out of the mashed up wreck of his car if she guessed correctly.

She tried tapping on his window to get his attention. It would be easier to move him if he was conscious, also he could unlock the doors instead of them having to shatter the window or the windshield and pull him out. But the man in the car didn’t stir. She tapped louder, as she noticed the car’s radio was amazingly still going and it was still playing music.

Very familiar music.

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

Snow had fallen

Snow on snow on snow

In the bleak midwinter

Long, long ago

The version playing was a little known and even less played solo sung by a local artist. It brought back the sounds and stories of her childhood. It brought back the knife edge of pain and loss. That beautiful, effortless voice that sailed over the notes and floated down to mesh with the music was a sound so steeped in memory that for a moment she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, she was so caught off guard.

Then there was a pop and a whoosh, the sound of the air bag deflating, and with it the radio sputtered out and died. The disturbance finally seemed to arouse the unconscious driver.

The bluest eyes she’d ever seen blinked open and locked on her. She stood there staring right back at him, caught up in the bizareness of the situation.

Then her training kicked in.

She knocked on the window again and said in her most stern but calm voice, “Sir, you’ve been in an car accident. I need you to unlock your door and roll down the window so I can help you.”

The man stared at her, in confusion for a second, but then his left hand reached out to do as she had asked. The first thing he said to her when the window came down was not what she was expecting.

“Am I dead? Are you an angel? Do all angels frown like that?”

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unboundprompts · 8 months

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Random Prompt #72

"I just reviewed the footage."

"And?" They asked, desperation evident in their voice. "Did you find something?"

"Oh, I found something, alright."

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enchantingepics · 1 month

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Story Prompt 105

As the figure approached, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You know, it's funny how everyone expects the hero to win every time."

The heroes, caught off guard by his nonchalant demeanor, exchanged uncertain glances before one of them retorted, "Well, that's how it goes. Heroes always prevail. It's the way of the story."

He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Seems like a narrow view of things, don't you think?"

Their confidence waning, the heroes tried to muster their courage. "You won't win this time. We'll make sure of it," they declared, their voices tinged with desperation.

With a shrug, he replied, "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

In a sudden flurry of action, he overpowered them with ease, leaving the heroes stunned and defeated. As they lay defeated at his feet, he sighed softly.

"You never stood a chance," he mused, shaking his head at their misguided certainty.

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whatisaplacelikemedoing · 1 year

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Dialogue Prompt #145

"The plot thickens."

"Don't be so mysterious. It's not that complicated of a mystery."

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droptheprompt · 2 years

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Mystery Prompt #1

Years ago during winter, person B went out of the house, never to come back. The only thing person A found left of B were footsteps in the snow leading to their garden gate where they suddenly ended. A made several attempts to find their loved one, trying everything from police to psychics, but to no avail. B was gone. Eventually, they gave up, broken and hollow, unable to get over losing B.

An aniversary of B’s disappearance is getting close and A keeps watch by the window like every year before that, hoping B would come back to them.

Suddenly, there is a human-shaped shadow moving in the darkness.

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