Writing Prompt #16

The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.

The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.

Writing Prompt #5

The white light was almost blinding as she opened her eyes. How long had she been asleep? She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up here, in fact, she couldn’t remember where she should have been when she awoke, but it definitely should not have been in the middle of a field under the mid-afternoon sun.Continue reading “Writing Prompt #5”