Story Ideas

Idea #1

6 Months.
That's how long I've been watching her from my apartment window perfectly situated opposite her penthouse. She never was good at closing the blinds. I love her with all my her, I know she loves me too. She's been trying to fill the void in her heart by trying to replace me with all the lovers she constantly paraded before me.

I watched as she dragged her latest prey into her tainted house. She kissed him with all her might. He stripped get of her garment and tossed it aside. His hands roamed her body and stroked her beautiful sandy blonde hair.

Completely off schedule, her husband was home. The oblivious man entered the large condo and called for his wife. Panicked she clumsily shoved her inamorato under her bed and loosely draped heart wrap dress around her slim figure. Her husband entered the bedroom to meet his lovely wife's award-winning smile. She embraced him in a hug. He said a few words to her, placed a kiss on her forehead and left for the bathroom. Taking advantage of his absence, she practically dragged her lover out of her house.

Malcolm, her husband, somehow managed to find the brown fedora her lover had left behind when making his sloppy getaway.
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Dinner now and I watched as she prepared her favorite meal, Beef Wellington. Even from 300m away I could see the tension in the room. Tension so thick I could probably have been able to slice it with a knife. An argument broke out, I watched the scene of a seemingly happy couple going at each other with words. The couple was so loud that I could hear faint yells from my balcony. Through my binocular lens I watched as the scene unfolded and the argument became more heated. She walked out of the lurched after slamming her knife on her chopping board.

Malcolm stood there, most likely lost in thought, motionless. He abruptly picked up the knife she used to slice the mushrooms with earlier with intent. His face had contorted with anger, eyebrows furrowed furiously. The look of a beast plastered on his face. He charged into the direction she disappeared into before, knife in hand. My eyes watched him until my view was disputed by blinds. For the first time in who knows how long, she had closed her blinds and I couldn't see anything. I was left to my imagination. It wasn't hard to assume what had happened behind those blinds. Several blood curdling screams filled the silent evening air and echoed through the neighborhood.

And then silence.

"Goodbye Meredith," I softly said.

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Suggested title: Her
Genre: Mystery ( I don't even know myself, I'm guessing thriller would work too depending on your plot.)
Possible spin-offs: · You could sorry of do a prologue for this story. Kinda like why she relentlessly cheated on her husband. Who this creepy stalker was and what his relationship with Meredith was, did they really date or was he just imagining it all. Maybe she didn't really did but was rather unconscious, would she report her husband or did she too have skeletons in her closet and it's like a twisted blackmail thing, I scratch your back and you scratch mine... Maybe the guy could go over to help Meredith and then be caught in like a mafia chase thing because he's the only witness. I don't know I have so many ideas. If ya want more, PM me and I'll share.

Also please note, if you wanna change the names of characters and stuff, it's whatever.

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-M