From time-to-time, I like to post some writing prompts. Do with them what you will.
As he was mowing the lawn, Jerry came upon an enormous hole. It hadn't been there the last time he'd cut grass.
The odd snow continued to fall, black as coal dust.
She saw him across the hotel lobby and knew he was the man she'd marry.
A character comes home to find a sticky note on his/her fridge. It's from a family member and says: Help us. No Police. Call this number.
As the Detective looked down at the corpse he thought: I've never seen that done to a human being before.
She heard the thud. Once. Twice. With a creeping fear in her belly, she was quite certain someone was in the attic.