Prompt: Finish this sentence (and then write the story that accompanies it): You'd never believe me if I told you that I _____________, but it's true and I can prove it.
Story:
"Hey, hey babe"
"Yeah?" He breathes. I love him so much.
"I did something fun tonight, guess what it is!" I giggle over the phone.
"Lemme see, you robbed a jewellery store?" ooooooh, so close.
"Nope, try again." I giggle again.
"You, hijacked an armored truck full of cash?"
"No silly" I let out an airy laugh. Oooh that is fun, but that's not what I did today.
"Then what?" He raises his voice a little, and I tense up. That is so hot.
"Well I was out on a nice evening stroll and I happen to be near a supermarket, thinking of bad things to do inside"
"Uh huh?" He uninterestingly breathes. I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn't see me.
"Then I saw Alfred go in" I hear him gasp and his chair shuffle.
"And?" He eagerly asks. I love it when he gets excited like this.
"Aaaaand, you'll never believe me if I told you that I went over to the supermarket and killed Alfred, but it's true and I can prove it." I giggle in excitement.
"How'd you kill him?" He's really into this. He's super excited and I love it.
"Well you know my lovely bat right?"
"The one you never put down unless you have to pee or consummate our everlasting love? Yes, I'm familiar." He laughs a bit, a sign that he's already sold on what I told him.
"Well I went behind the dumpster, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited for a very long time" I nagged.
"Yes, yes, I know you don't like waiting. What next?" He's sounding too eager now, almost annoyed.
"But then he came out, and he never saw me comin' baby. I bashed his head with my trusty bat, and down he fell. Then I hit him again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until he's not breathing anymore" I giggle. He laughs at the other end, the maniacal laugh that I love.
"Where's your proof Ms. Harley Quinn?" He asks. I giggle.
"Knock knock?" I say flirtatiously and knock at the door in front of me.
"Is that you?" He asks. I hear the chair move again, and then footsteps. Then soon after, the door knob twists, and came in view the love of my life.
"What's that?" He asks and points at the garbage bag that I was dragging around.
I smiled widely and opened the bag.
"Phew, it stinks" I say as I wave off the smell from my nose with my hand.
"You really did it baby. You killed Batman's Alfred"
"Yup" I bite my lower lip as I smiled aggressively.
"That's it. Marry me, right now" He turns to me and kicks the garbage bag away from us and grabs me by the shoulders.
"Are you serious baby?" My heart stopped. My joker is asking me to marry him?
He just violently nods in excitement.
"Of course baby"
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Prompted Shorties
General FictionThese are stories that I make with a pre-made prompt for me. I try to limit it to 500 words or less but most of the time I get carried away. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to keep adding new ones whenever I get the chance to revisit the site.
