The only thing keeping me from turning the doorknob and entering through the front door, was for what I knew was waiting for me on the other side. I knew, despite the lack of reply, there was someone lurking, a large-caliber weapon trained on where I would burst in.
Well, this post would be rather easy to use under almost any appropriate circumstance. It’s suspenseful, it’s just descriptive enough to not be completely vague—I like it. I like it a lot.
Blood was everywhere. There was nothing but red hand prints and the markings of a body being dragged through the gore. Guess bandages wouldn't help this guy....
This could probably come in handy with a murder mystery or a crime drama. Maybe a thriller or a tragedy.
I'd never heard such an idiotic suggestion in my entire life--that made sense, anyway. I wasn't about to admit it to this guy, but his advice actually did make sense. I wasn't sure how to react except that usual angry way you act when you're beaten, yelling in frustration to drown out the person who was right, to put off the illusion you're still convinced they're wrong.
… I have no idea.
The bucket was the last thing on my mind as I carried it down to the river. No one needed to think I was nervous about it or thinking about it. If I did, then someone ELSE would think about it or notice that its cargo wasn't exactly normal.
Hmm … y’know, to be honest, I don’t know what’s in the bucket. Why is this person trying to get rid of its contents—or are they? Is it something harmful? Something implicating? Why does this person fear someone else inquiring about the bucket and its contents?
The last time I saw him, he wore a pair of overalls and sandals. I could hardly believe how much he'd changed since then. Now he wore a suit, a pair of nice shades, and carried a gun at his hip.
I think this WotD just might be obscure enough to use with just about anything. I see a lot of potential for it, if I can just find the right situation.
