The Daily Spur Photo Prompt

The Murder On 8th Street : A Crime Story

It was a cold, winter night and the snow was falling gently outside. In the last house on 8th street, a murder was taking place. The victim was a young woman, and she had been stabbed to death. Her body was lying in a pool of blood, and there was a look of terror on her face.

The murder scene was gruesome, and it was clear that the woman had suffered immensely before she died. There was a lot of blood, and the stab wounds were deep. It was clear that whoever had killed her had done so with great violence.

The police were called to the scene, and they began their investigation. They didn’t have much to go on, but they did know that the woman had been killed sometime during the night. There were no signs of forced entry, and all of the doors and windows were locked.

The police interviewed the neighbors, but no one had seen or heard anything suspicious. It was as if the woman had been killed in silence.

The only clue that the police had was a single, red rose that was lying next to the body. There was no note or anything else with it, but the detectives thought that it might be significant.

The investigation into the woman’s murder was long and exhaustive, but in the end, they were able to catch the killer. It turned out to be her husband, who had been having an affair with another woman. He had killed his wife in a fit of rage after she had found out about the affair and threatened to divorce him. He was sentenced to life in prison, and the woman’s family was able to finally have some closure.


Gina Miller was walking home from getting groceries when she was attacked.

She was dragged into an alley, her purse stolen, and she was brutally beaten.

The attack left her with a broken nose, a concussion, and several bruises and cuts.

The incident precipitate a political crisis when it was revealed that the police had been informed of the attack only minutes after it occurred, but had failed to respond.

The mayor of the city was forced to resign, and the police chief was fired.


The bus arrived to the stop, and out came a woman. She looked normal enough, except for her eyes. They were black, soulless pits that seemed to stare right through you. Her mouth was a thin line, almost like she was constantly smiling, but there was no happiness in it.

The woman walked up to the bus and the driver let her in. She sat in the back, and the ride began.

At first, everything seemed fine. But then, the woman started making strange noises. Low, guttural sounds that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The other passengers looked at her, but no one said a word.

Then, the woman started to move. She contorted her body in ways that should have been impossible, and the sounds she was making became louder and more inhuman.

The other passengers started to panic, and some tried to run. But it was too late. The woman had fully transformed into something else, something demonic and nightmarish. And she was coming for them.


The school counselor had been telling me for years that I was impulsive. I never really understood what that meant until one fateful day in my senior year of high school. I was hanging out with some friends at the local park, and we were fooling around, climbing on the jungle gym and throwing each other around. It was all in good fun, but things got out of hand and I ended up pushing one of my friends a little too hard. He hit his head on the concrete and was knocked unconscious.

I was panicking, not knowing what to do. My friends were all shouting and crying, and I was just frozen in place. It was like my brain had shut down and I couldn’t think or move. Finally, one of my friends managed to call 911 and the ambulance came. My friend was rushed to the hospital and ended up being okay, but it was a close call.

Ever since that day, I’ve been trying to be more aware of my impulsive behavior. It’s not easy, but I’m determined to try to control it. After all, I could have seriously injured or even killed my friend that day, and I would never forgive myself if that had happened.

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Unforgettable (Duet with Nat King Cole) — America On Coffee