Twittering Tales ~ Plenty of space


“Are you happy now?” Ted snapped, opening the empty trunk. He was the newest resident on the block and neighbor Phil confronted him about the trunk’s contents. “You thought there’d be a corpse in there, right?” Phil smiled and took out a gun. “Actually, I wanted to see if you would fit in there”.

(299 characters)


Written for today’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Tama66 at


FOWC with Fandango ~ These three men #FOWC


What a joyous night for all three of these men

Their marriages now successfully come to an end

It was Winthrop today halting his wedded bliss

By legally stiffing his former miss

Franklin and Boyd were a year divorced

Winning out a large settlements by bribing the courts

All three were quite wealthy to buy out their judges

Then having their cases slanted against their ex-loves

The men got out cheaply not owing one alimony dime

Despite their infidelities with other ladies at various times

The restaurant echoed with their mischievous laughs

As champagne was poured by a waitress on staff

When the police arrived later to find the three men now dead

Their was no sign of the waitress who had apparently fled

No other witnesses knew who this woman was

Except for the divorcees who paid her to kill those unscrupulous duds

Some poisons mimic champagne just enough for a lethal switch

Those now three deceased men had discovered by messing with the wrong bitch


Written for Fandango’s FOWC prompt – Switch


FOWC~ Tainted Stats #Fandago #FOWC


Dr. Gabriel Rockwell’s experiments in behavioral science had always been considered odd. Some of his fellow scientists at the institute, (despite their respect for him) would secretly question the validity of Dr. Rockwell’s stats from his research. Still, the board members running the institute were satisfied with the results and continued to approve funding for all of Dr. Rockwell’s experiments. The latest one that recently concluded discovered yet even more significant understandings of the human mind with unfortunate consequences.

“Project- Colorblind” was simple in its theory. Dr. Rockwell hypothesized that, if a person suffering from a psychotic disorder were to be exposed to an environment comprised completely of one color over an extended time period- the result would be that their behavior would drastically change for the better. Miss Arlene Woodard had been the first subject chosen to undergo the test. Miss Woodward had was serving a life sentence in prison for the brutal murder of her entire family. On March 1st, Dr. Rockwell had Miss Woodward moved into a special house that was constructed just for the experiment. The entirety of the house was fabricated completely in one primary color. Every piece of furniture within the four room house, including walls and floors, were decorated in a bright sunny yellow. The subject would have no contact with the outside world or any other colors for a period of ninety days. She would be videotaped throughout the entire process and closely monitored by Dr. Rockwell’s team under secrecy. Miss Woodward was provided with substantial supplies to cook her own meals and take care of personal hygiene. All the food and toiletries were previously dyed or made out of yellow materials, made by a seperate division of the institute.

At the end of ninety days, Dr. Rockwell would conclude the experiment and inform Miss. Woodward that the test was over. What Dr. Rockwell was greeted by upon entering the house was a very different Miss Woodward than the one who entered the structure ninety days before. She displayed no more violent tendencies or thoughts towards others. Miss Woodward was now a polite and approachable woman with a radiant smile. She was quite docile and expressed how happy she was to have company over to “her home”.  All memories of her past life (before the experiment) had apparently vanished, with her not remembering any of it. Dr. Rockwell had even jokingly compared her to a “50’s sitcom wife” to one of his colleagues about Miss Woodward’s behavior and look.

Dr. Rockwell was initially pleased with the results. Then, something went horribly wrong.  Miss Woodward insisted that Dr.Rockwell and the two accompanying scientists stay for some home baked refreshments and a hot beverage.  The invitation was accepted and a few minutes later, Arlene returned from her kitchen holding a serving tray.  According to Dr. Rockwell in his statement to the police after the incident, Arlene suddenly became agitated by the complete lack of interest in what she had served.  She proceeded then to grab a fork off the serving tray and plunged it directly into the neck of one of the scientists. She was erratic in her movements, screaming out obscenities about “her cooking always being hated”. Institute security soon arrived and subdued Miss Woodward in a straitjacket.  It was only later discovered after a closer look into Miss Woodward’s background that a possible reason was uncovered for the accident.  The original motive behind the murders of Miss Woodward’s family, was the constant criticism she would receive from her family about her cooking skills. Over an eleven year period, every single meal that Miss Woodward prepared for them was ridiculed and sometimes either ignored or thrown out in disgust. This apparently was still a deeply rooted trigger for Miss Woodward and how the scientists reacted to her current culinary offerings, caused her to have a complete psychotic breakdown.

In his exit interview from the institute, Dr.Rockwell stated, “I still feel the experiment was a success. Being surrounded by the existence of one color in an individual’s world does indeed alter even the most violent personalities. My error was in its initial effects to a perfectly normal person. Miss Woodward became quite a decent cook in the ninety days of the experiment. However, the appearance of yellowed tea served with yellow brownies was simply a ghastly site to myself, Dr. Renow and the late Dr. Corrigan, God rest his soul. Ironically, Arlene’s brownies were quite tasty, once you closed your eyes and took a bite”.


Written for the Haunted Wordsmith’s daily prompt for April, 30 (Long overdue!) and Fandago’s FOWC prompt – “Stats’.


Twittering Tales – Waiting for that taste #Twitteringtales


There was a reason the five of them felt anxious in the kitchen. The moment that they  planned was now here. They had all previously agreed that Kara had to go. Her infidelities and lies towards them had to stop. The five of them waited as the poisoned glass touched Kara’s lips.

(280 characters)


Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Lisa Fotios @

Friday Fictioneers – The Arrow #friday-fictioneers #themagicshop #crime


“Who did this?” Lieutenant Sullivan gasped entering  the crime scene.  Mr. Oscar Munson had been found dead earlier with an arrow sticking out from his forehead.  Apparently, upon answering his front door the murder weapon crashed through and struck him right between the eyes.

“Thats why you’re here sir, to find the killer” Rookie officer Franco answered.

Sullivan snapped.  “I know that! Who put the duct tape over the broken glass? It’s evidence!”

Franco lowered his head and said “Me, sir.  I forgot to bring the yellow crime scene  tape”.

Sullivan knew right then, it would be a long night.

(100 words)


Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.


BINGO~#Bingo #themagicshop


B – A bunch of bludgeoned barbers were found in a bar’s basement

I –  Investigators invaded the inn to introduce an inquest of the patrons

N –  Night patrolman Nick Noterezz noticed a nervous nanny nearby when nighttime was near

G – Gertrude Gladswitz gave in and generously confessed to galvanizing the groomers

O –  Obsessively outraged over not omitting out her overflowing old hair


What’s your BINGO card entries?

Murder most Dull~ #3tc #shortfiction #mystery #themagicshop


The body of Ashley Marie Lyons was discovered in the study at around Nine PM. Jenkins, the butler had stopped in the check on her ladyship and knew right away she wasn’t sleeping. Her skin was cold to the touch and she wasn’t responding to him calling out her name. He had always been a “true-crime” buff and often had his imagination run wild with the darkest of ideas. This time, Jenkins felt that Mrs. Lyons had been the victim of foul play. Letting this thought get control him, he immediately called the police instead of an ambulance.

Chief inspector Sullivan from homicide showed up at the Lyons estate ten minutes after the first set of uniformed police had arrived. He was a twelve-year veteran on the force and had the best arrest record out of all the homicide detectives.

The Lyons estate had been passed down from generation to generation. They were one of the wealthiest families in north America and anyone who died among them always received some degree of inheritance. The current owner of the Estate was forty-three year old Archibald Lyons. It was his wife, former Vegas showgirl Ashley Marie Stark who had been found dead. The two of them had been married or less than a year and everyone who knew them suspected Ashley of being a “Goldigger”. She was known to be fast and Archibald was stuck in neutral. Clearly an example of oil and water in a marriage.

Dr. Quinlan, the medical examiner was finishing his preliminary examination of the body as Inspector Sullivan entered the Study.

“Well, Dr. Q, what have you determined so far?”

Sullivan always called him just ‘Q’ having been a fan of James Bond for many years.

“There’s no wounds to indicate murder. No stabbings, gunshots or any type of bruise from any type of blunt force”. Quinlan spoke this as started to look at Penelope’s neck.

“No strangulation. Usually there would imprints from hands about the throat or some type of noose. nothing.”

Quinlan took a step back, removed his glasses and delivered Sullivan his summation.

“A young active lady like this, unless she was poisoned couldn’t have just died like this. I’m afraid you were called for no reason, Inspector. No murder here. I’ll know more after an autopsy.”

Sullivan felt both relieved and yet bothered. He had this “feeling” about certain life circumstances and he was often right about unnatural deaths. He decided to question the husband, Archibald, in the library.

Thirty minutes later, Dr. Quinlan was getting ready to leave. He had finished whatever initial paperwork that needed to be done so the coroner’s office could soon take the deceased. He wished to say goodbye to inspector Sullivan and proceeded towards the library. Quinlan was stunned to see the good Inspector leaning against a bookcase almost passing out as Archibald was speaking to him. Quinlan rushed over to him to make sure he wasn’t going to fall and hit the marble floor.

“Sullivan! My dear boy, are you ok? Wake up! ” he said this as he started to shake his shoulder. Sullivan stood straight up rather abruptly and shook his head.

“Q? I’m fine…just interviewing Mr. Lyons here. He was just telling me some things about his life that might shed some light on this quite sad incident. But, we were just finishing up. Let’s go, it’s time to head back to the precinct”

Sullivan and Quinlan walked down the steps of the Lyon’s estate which led down to a rather long paved driveway.

“What happened back there, Sullivan?” Quinlan curiously asked as the two them walked down to there vehicles. Sullivan stopped short and looked back at the mansion. The county coroner’s office had finally arrived and two medics were taking the covered up body of Ashley Marie out to their wagon.

“Q…for thirty straight minutes, I listened to Archibald Lyons talk about his extensive knowledge of how spools of thread are made in most factories, how he preferred to play Gin Rummy with Ashley when she wanted sex and what type of glue is used on envelopes depending upon what country their made in. I’m ruling this case as involuntary manslaughter”.

Quinlan’s eyes widened with disbelief. He had known that Sullivan was pretty dead-on with his hunches but, there really was no evidence of a crime this time around.

“Sullivan..Sometimes, I wonder about you. How pray tell, is this a case of involuntary manslaughter?”

Sullivan smiled. His face about to reveal his little discovery.

“I was almost a victim myself back there. My chat with Archibald basically revealed to me that his wife, the victim Ashley Marie….simply died of boredom.”


A week later, an autopsy was performed on Ashley Marie Lyons. The autopsy had discovered that she actually had a rare undiagnosed congenital heart condition which led to her death.

However, this didn’t explain the death of Rita Marie Bindi that occurred roughly a year later again at the Lyons estate. Miss Bindi, a former exotic dancer had gotten engaged to Archibald Lyons six months after his first wife had passed. Rita’s body was found the same way as Ashley Marie. But, in this instance Archibald unfortunately got to witness his latest partner die right in front of him. He went on to explain that he was merely showing off his latest collection of imported pieces of cabinet hardware and Rita just passed away. She was wearing a black see through nightgown and looked to be about ready to have a night of romance. Cabinet hardware presumably was not her priority for that evening.


This short was inspired by the 3 things challenge words: Poison,Noose, Inheritance