I’m a bit new here, and usually stay for art and any interesting pieces of fan-fiction that are related. Funny enough, it’s not really related at all. However, I’m feeling a bit creative to actually write something. A prompt that I found on TikTok and the ideas were just brilliant that I had to share them before my brain forgot them.
Content Warning: Murder, mild blood and gore.
Please notify me if I missed anything.
The color rouge, specifically red rouge. Typically any kind of red or reddish-colored make-up that's used for tinting a person's cheeks.
However, in this context, it stained the victim's body. Her dress drenched, face frozen and petrified, their body methodically placed holding the infamous bouquet of poppies. Jewelry shining with each flashing light of the camera. Her feet dirty.
The medical coroner walked with his assistant trailing behind and arrived. My partner and I greeted them.
"To whom do I have the displeasure of, Audrey?" Benji asked. "We still haven't identified them yet but this marks the 4th victim." I stated before continuing to take pictures. My eyes drifting between each of the splotches of rouge littering the plaza. "The killer has been getting more bold lately."
"So, what'd ya got Benji?" My mentor, Larissa, questioned. Benji gave them a pointed look before starting.
While doc squatted down his assistant settled down the bags while Benji spoke. "Well, I can see there's no pooling of the victim's blood but her dress is soaked in it, suggesting they were moved. The gash to her neck, slightly cleaned as well. And they positioned them to hold the flowers as we’ve seen with past victims. Their shoes are missing as well.” Benji rambled. “Some bruising is present in the shape of a hand. Maybe we can get some fingerprints.”
Larissa turned to me. “Your turn, gimme a rundown.”
“The job seems a bit sloppy than usual, rushed even, which the killer might’ve been walked in on before finishing.” My head signaling over to the maintenance workers being given interviews. “The plaza is decorated in spots of rouge.” Larissa seemed satisfied. “We can check with cameras around the plaza to get a better view of our poppy killer. And a bit later with the local bars.” Larissa told me.
Benji's gloved hands pulled out the bouquet and examined it pulling out a paint card simply titled ‘rouge’ before handing it to his assistant to bag and tag it. He began to do some other tasks before starting up again.
"The time of death occurred between 4-5am but I won't know more until I've got them on the slab." Benji said. As he and his assistant began to lift and cart the body away.
Larissa began to trek over to the maintenance workers while I stayed behind to take more pictures before calling cleaners.
It won’t be long before the press are clamoring over us.
I don’t know if I’ll do continue to add to the prompt but I know if I did certain details may be subject to change.
- Was originally posted on my Wattpad account
My whole life, I've been told Lying is a sin to God But He can see right through your soul Something you cannot control
So why should I not lie When what happens once I die Is He judges and proclaims Who will burn in Hell's flames
And the Judgement he gives out Is fair and just, that I don't doubt But anything I've left unsaid Be it bad, or harsh, or well Before Him all will spread And I'll have nothing left to mell
So, if He sees all that untold All restrained lies now unfold Will it matter I kept it in That I caged it all within?
Pastors answer me with no Parents claim they do not know Friends toy around the issue Strangers often hand me a tissue
Wiping the shame right off my face I adopt an even pace Trying hard to hide the truth Of mistakes in my long lost youth Made in spontaneous reaction Once I felt my first attraction
She was like the sun's first rays And as if I was blind for days She enlightened me a path And that's when I met Cath
Short for Catherine, her name Sounded too holy for this plane She blessed my days with light and grace She took me in her sweet embrace
And that is when the lying started As I answered when prompted That we were only ever friends And that's as long as our relationship extends.
But Cath was tired of lying And one day, when she was crying She drew a line between us two She flew away for someplace new
I lost her
I lost myself
I lost my faith
I lost my light
I lost my truth
I lost my lies
I lost myself within my lies And I lost her within my truth
But how could I hold onto all When my body's so small All the feelings, thoughts contained Day by day all that I reined Would sometime all combust And that would've been the worst
But that day had come It was gone and left me numb To the feelings of regret That I blunted with a cigarette And now I lay awake at night Trying to discern what is right And I come to the same conclusion That only births in me confusion
Why did I hurt the one I love How could I hunt down a dove Why hide such a common action As the one that's called attraction Beneath a veil of lies That God himself despises?
To anyone who sees this, do ya'll ever those days where like your internal monalogue WILL NOT STOP going off on tangents and rambling on about weird shit? Like ofc logically you should tune out the noise so you can actually get shit done. But it's always funny to me when you tune back in cause you're curious or whatever and your brain has been having a conversation with itself about the ways you could theoretically murder someone. And you just genuinely have no clue how you got to this point.
I feel like internal monologues might have something to do with dream theory but I'm not smart enough to articulate exactly what