Haven't done these in a while, but here are some. Free to use, but credit is appreciated:

The sky was a vibrant pink the night she died. I shall never forget the sky, as it was painted her favorite color. In all honesty, it did not come as a shock  when I received that phone call. I remember it well, sitting at the table. I was just about to have my dinner when the phone rang. Some may call it brutal, but I leisurely ate my dinner as I listened to the officer tell me the news. Sipping my wine, I asked who had killed her. The man on the other line was silent but then came a hasty reply, "We don't know, yet." I thanked the officer and hung up. My wife was dead and I was in the clear.

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Click click click went the typewriter. Bang bang went the gun. Slam went the door. Just like that, my life ended.

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The ocean rocks back and forth upon the violent waves. Rain is pelting down and the wind does not cease to howl in my face. Screaming at me to turn back, to go home. Standing straight and firm, I tigthen my grip on the helm and continue to my destination. After all, what do I have to go back for? The girl of my dreams hates my guts and my family has disowned me.

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Can a secret like mine be kept? A secret so dark that is could kill? How could I keep it all to myself, with the knowledge that it is slowly draining the life from me? Then again, how can I share it with the world, knowing that utter destruction will be upon us? To keep it or to share it?

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Where is the person I used to know? The eyes were so kind, the hands so giving. The feet willing to travel in another's shoes for miles. The ears always attentive. The mouth so honest and true.

I wish to see that person again! I miss the laughs and the jokes. The fun we used to have. During troubled times, I knew I could depend on this person. To give comfort and show that they cared.

Oh, where is this person now? It has been so unbearably long. Shards of glass litter the floor but I feel no pain as I stand before a broken mirror. I see a reflection that is foreign to me. A face I do not trust, hate burning in the eyes and foul words oozing from the cracked and dry lips. That person I long to see again, long to speak with; is no longer here.

I am no longer here.

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Hope you guys liked these!! Man, that last one is something else! Feel free to use, and if you do please let me know, I'd love to see how you took a simple prompt and turned it into a work of art! ;)