Writing Prompt

A nude female body found. That was the essence of the call that came into the Homicide division of the Milwaukee Police Department on a frigid January afternoon in 2018. It was so much more than that. It was the call that began one of the most twisted true crime mysteries that this Midwestern town had seen since Jeffrey Dahmer. A puzzle of a case that would grip Detective Bryant so tightly that ev...

The cement wall before me glowed an eiry yellow, due to the illuminating fire light beside it. The vacant car park now abandoned was the only place I ever felt safe and the only place I ever felt free.

Yet, with each step further into the deserted building I felt as though I was being followed. Not by something mortal, or even something really there, but by a spirit.

You see, thi...

I met him at a gas station he was funny kind.

we chatted over icee's and small cups of coffee outside the gas station. A graffiti wall to say where.each and every day

"Whats your job?" i ask him.

"I'm an artist " he says as he scratches the back of his neck

"I uh did all this art. Its the ol graffiti wall" he adds nervous

"A graffiti artist, cute"

"I i paint realism too" he trips on his words as ...

Kasey kicked up the stop on her bike, sitting herself on it as she slung her bag into the basket mounted between the worn handles.

"I like your jacket!" A girl Kasey never met with colored hair shouts from the campus parking lot before she entered her car.

"Thanks." Kasey responded just a moment too late, the snake patchwork design she scrapped together during a weekday late night billowing in...

Everyone sees it, almost everyday but, incredibly none seems to notice, like a living ghost. There's this graffiti in the main road of my city, I've never heard anyone talk about it, they probably won't know what it looks like, but I'm sure they know it exists. Meanwhile I go every morning, 4 o'clock, when none is up so I can work on it all by myself. I like doing it slowly, if they care it'll be ...

Paint on a wall

Leaves a bad message

Paint on a wall...

I saw you by the wall.

You were on the ladder and took a little fall

You got back up and stood tall.

My pupils were dilating was i in love?

No no this can't be true.

But I do love that smell of dove.

And now everytime i smell it i Think of you.

Im in love.

I have only felt this way for few.

I saw you by the wall.

You were on the ladder and took a little fall.

You got back up and stood tall.

Yo...

Graffiti artist

Not the smallest

In their world

Mums the word

Colorful writing

Artist is hiding

Seeking notoriety

Cops despise me

Underground art

Play it smart

Design the wall

Societies downfall...

Every night on my walk home I walk through Art Alley, an alleyway covered, wall to wall, in graffiti. It’s your typical stuff, names, quotes, maybe a tribute from time. They have tried to paint over it countless times, but there was no point. Within a day the walls would be covered. They even tried putting up cameras at some point; which didn’t work at all because they just painted over it and, o...

“Under the Overpass”

Every Friday morning, a new tag appeared on the wall beneath the 9th Street overpass. Always the same mark—sharp, angular lines in black paint, no name, no crew, no flair. Just a single, deliberate glyph, like a warning, or a signature from someone who didn’t care to be known.

No one saw who did it. No cameras caught it. The city workers stopped bothering after a while. The ...