Out For a Walk
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Her laughter broke the silence. Nervously she looked around, probably hoping no one had heard. She shouldn't have worried, it was, after all, the middle of the night, and normally no one would be out at anyway.
Unfortunately I had also decided to take a middle-of-the-night walk, and she had interrupted it with that silly drunken laugh of hers. She should have stayed at home. Partying was for big girls who could get themselves home afterwards quietly. It was, after all, the dead of night.
I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. She jumped, then turned.
"Lemme help you home honey. You look a little out of sorts."
She giggled, and I took the sharp knife out of my back pocket.
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Story prompt:
The rule is thus: You must begin with the line below.
Her laughter broke the silence.
You may write any genre; make her laugh sweet, silly, or menacing. It's the laugh that starts it all.
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slapdashmonuments
This is great! Personally I had to reread it to catch the transition in the narration. I would perhaps like this just as much, if not more, if the phrase about the psychopath were omitted; I feel the twist works well enough without it, but that's just me.