What prompted today’s writing prompt should come as no surprise. Keep reading to see the full prompt, and my completed version of the prompt, The Raid After the Raid at the Country Club.

Writing Prompt: FBI Raid at the Country Club
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Today’s Writing Prompt: FBI Raid at the Country Club

Today’s writing prompt is inspired by recent and true events. Here’s one of the headlines that inspired it: Trump says Mar-a-Lago was “raided” by FBI.

As you begin writing today, consider the headline above, then write about a prominent government official whose residence or workplace is raided by the FBI. Also, remember that while the writing prompt is based on true events, your writing can and probably should be entirely fictional and based on fictional characters.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

The Raid After the Raid at the Country Club, by K.E. Creighton

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The loud thumps on the front door woke Senator Newman out of a dead sleep, drowning out the calming crashes of the waves breaking through the speakers on Nancy’s nightstand.

Nancy bolted upright, fumbling with her baby pink satin eye mask while Mark quickly fumbled out of the bed and into his robe draped over the Chesterfield chair in the reading corner.

Just as he was about to retrieve the semiautomatic in the back of his top dresser drawer, Mark heard more thumping on the front door accompanying a baritone voice that bellowed, “FBI. Senator Mark Newman, we have a warrant to search the premises. Open the door immediately.”

After hearing the announcement, Senator Newman decided to leave the firearm where it was and get dressed. It would be a long morning.

He turned to Nancy and said, “Get some clothes on. It’s going to be a long night. I’ll start some coffee for the officers after I see the warrant, while they rip our house to shreds. I still can’t believe McDonald got me into this mess. Had I known it was this bad, I would have excommunicated him from the group a long time ago. I still can’t believe he made me one of the scapegoats for his nightmare of an investment.”

Nancy was in the middle of the closet looking frantically for something to put on instead of her nightgown. She was blinking rapidly as her eyes tried to adjust to the light now pouring into the room after Mark flipped the light switch.

“Does this have to do with the raid at the club earlier? They came in around lunchtime and tore up the entire back office and left with boxes and boxes full of papers. And Dianna was looking at me like I’d just murdered someone.” Nancy was talking a mile a minute and was out of breath as they both started frantically looking for both their bearings, and clothes.

The story about the FBI Raid of the former president’s Palmetto Country Club had been plastered all over the six o’clock news. People all over the world, especially inside the club, had started speculating about the president’s impending indictments well before then anyway– along with the indictments of everyone he was sure to take down with him. And Mark Newman was one of them.

Mark stopped mid-zip, went over to where Nancy was standing, firmly grabbed her shoulders, and said earnestly, “Honey, I need you to trust me. I am no saint and this doesn’t look good. But it’s also not what it seems. They’ll come in here and make a mess. But they will not walk out of here with boxes and boxes of documents proving nefarious deeds like they did at the club. That you can believe.”

She nodded slowly. He kissed her forehead and walked out into the upstairs hall.

Mark shouted down the stairs, “Be right there!” Then took a deep breath.

The agents were there for what seemed like days. They took photos of absolutely everything and confiscated every device, even the one he kept in his safe. And they collected every file and piece of paper, even an old pile of receipts for sporting goods on his desk.

Long after the sun rose, the agents were still there, drinking all his gourmet hazelnut coffee, turning over furniture, and rifling through every drawer. One agent even pried up a loose floorboard in the spare room upstairs. Nothing. Of course, they found nothing. And he knew they would continue to find nothing.

Mark smiled and waved at the neighbors walking by to see what was going on at his house, with his arm around Nancy’s waist. She smiled too. Nothing to see here, he seemed to communicate. Just misinformed agents doing their jobs. No big deal.

And he kept smiling and yawning and waving all morning because he knew the agents would never find what they were looking for, especially not at his place. That didn’t mean what they were looking for didn’t exist, mind you. It just meant it wasn’t there, at his house. And lucky for him, he was also the only person alive who knew where what they were looking for was located.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt

Hardly anything is as it seems after a first and casual glance, especially headlines in the media. And sometimes real life and real-life headlines are more striking than fiction— for writing inspiration, at least. Oddly enough, fiction sometimes allows you to get behind the scenes and truly consider what’s behind the real-life headlines, in a more realistic way. Don’t you think?

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