In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle

I decided to do the writing assignment:

Short Story with random words and animal(s)

I decided to do this prompt mainly because I love animals and once I saw that word I was hooked. I also like writing prompts like this where you have a bunch of words you have to use somewhere in the story.


 

It was dark tonight. The shadows danced throughout Boston’s alleyways. Propaganda lined the city’s walls proposing that the police should be driven out. It’s been like that for a while now. No one trusts the Boston Police Department anymore.

Forensic technician Emma Callaghan just appeared to what seemed to be a suicide. It seems that a young black man had hung himself from the biggest branch of an Oak tree in one of Boston’s parks.

“What was I called here for? It’s an open and closed case.”

Before anyone could respond another police cruiser showed up. Her husband, detective Brian Callaghan stepped out. His lips curled up minutely at the sight of Emma. “Hello, love.”

“What are you doing here? Lord almighty, don’t tell me…”

“He’s been connected to the arson that happened last week. Someone’s had it in for him, sugar” Brian’s partner lewdly looked over at Emma.

“Whenever you’re done being a pig, Larson, maybe we could start doing our damn jobs.”

Brian snickered at Emma’s snarky remark. Grunting, Larson stepped around the couple to look at the body.

“Callaghan, you’re going to want to take a look at this. It looks like his mouth is all bloody. Like he tried to take a bite out of someone.” He sniffed around the body. “Good night, it smells like he’s been binge drinking for the past week.”

“Let me get some pictures before you drop the body.” Emma pulled out the camera the police gave her and started to snap pictures of the young man. As she snapped the last picture a black cat appeared at the top of the branch. It watched the police officers for a minute before it jumped down the trunk and walked up to Emma. It began meowing and begging for food. “I don’t have anything for you, sweetheart.”

The cat eyed her suspiciously and then disappeared down a nearby alley.

“You know that’s seven years bad luck, sweet cheeks?”

Glancing at the alley way the cat went down Emma responded “I think that cat already gave his bad luck to our friend here.”


To write this prompt I first used Microsoft word to type my story into. One I was done with actually writing the story I went back and revised it. I then copy and pasted it into Word Press and fixed it up with some quick editing by bolding and italicizing the ten words that I had to use in my story.

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