Random Ass Writing Prompts

Ooo I wrote murder

Another old thing I wrote for school and it's also not that good but enjoy anyways!

Prompt: you are on the roof with no phone, no wallet, and no pants.  Explain why.

“Ugh” I groaned.  I’d gotten into an argument with my boyfriend Shelldon in the middle of the night. We lived in an apartment and our neighbors had told us to stop yelling. We didn’t want to stop arguing, so we took it outside, on the roof.  I’d left my phone inside so I couldn’t call anyone.  He’d unlocked the door to the roof so I didn’t have my keys.  He couldn’t just leave me out here all night so I was probably good, but I’d definitely have to wait a while.

I tried to think of something to pass the time.  Thankfully we were a pretty high building so I wouldn’t have to worry about someone seeing me in my underwear.  I thought about the rumor of dropping something off a tall building and decided to test it out.  Apparently if you drop a small object off a tall building, if it hits someone, it will pierce their skull, or at least give them a headache.  I decided to test this.  Of course I wouldn’t actually aim for a person, there was no one there anyway.  I grabbed a brick off the ground, held it over the edge of the building, and let go.  As it fell, a well-dressed, elderly man was walking on street.  He was the only one I could see.  The rock hit him in the middle of his head, and he fell to the ground.  

“ Oh ShiT/ yikes did I just MURDER!” I said under my breath.  He probably wasn’t actually dead.  Maybe just knocked out.  I waited a while. Still knocked out.  For some reason, no one else was passing him on the street.  I’d probably been there for at least an hour,  I was getting worried for two reasons, it’d been almost two hours since I’d gotten stuck on the roof, and almost one hour since I’d presumably killed that guy.  After a few minutes I heard his phone ring.  His phone was vibrating and slipped out of his pocket.  For some reason his phone was on.  When it slipped it must’ve hit something because the call was answered and the speaker was turned on.  An  annoyed voice came on,  The person sounded young and feminine.  

“Shellard?  Hey what’s up?”  said the voice.  His name was Shellard?  How many times did he get bullied as a kid?  

“Hey Shell?  You answered the phone.  Where are you?  I think I know where you are, I’m coming over.”  She said before hanging up.   When she got there, she’d see Shellard knocked out and call the police.  There were probably fingerprints on the rock that’d hit him.  In a blind panic I looked for a way off the roof and tripped over another brick.  I wasn’t ready to go to jail, and I definitely didn't want to go in for murder.  I looked down the side of the building, I saw a fire escape a few floors down.  It was a far drop but a hurt leg was better than jail.  The I remembered I wasn’t wearing my pants.  Whatever, I didn’t see anyone down there.  

I swung my legs over the side of the building, and dropped to the fire escape.  I felt a sharp pain run up my leg.  I didn’t think my leg was broken, I’m pretty sure if it was, I’d be screaming in pain right now.  I hobbled down the shaky metal stairs.  Once I got to the bottom of the stairs I stepped down and made my way to Shellard.  It was a relatively cold night and I wasn’t wearing shoes or pants.  I was freezing.  From up on the roof I didn’t notice Shellard was bleeding.  He was definitely dead.  I didn’t bother to check his pulse, I might leave finger prints.  I picked up the brick and made my way back to the fire escape.  It was a long trek but I was ready to go to my apartment.  Me and my boyfriend Shelldon could work things out, and I could forget this night ever happened.  Of course I’d also have to hide the brick and explain how I sprained my ankle.