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 #7

“It’s called Project Echo. We’re a top secret, select group of special people and we’ve been monitoring you.” I had noticed that his dark hands were black with what looked like dirt and a damp earthy smell lingered in the air. I could distinctly remember the feel of the table under my fingertips, the oakContinue reading “Writing Prompt #7”