In honor of Halloween tomorrow, I decided to go a little spooky with today's prompt. I hope you enjoy it. I think this is one of my favorites, so definitely check it out.
Prompt: What keeps you up at night? Now describe a monster or a creature that embodies those thoughts. Get specific with your imagery. Zoom in on every little detail. Make it hard for the reader to go to sleep too. Darkness stretches out as far as the eye can see. Nothing can break up the bleakness that consumes me. I’m in a void. Devoid of all happiness, all light, any kind of peace. Thoughts whisper through my mind. Softly at first, barely audible, but there. ‘You’re worthless. It’s all your fault. You don’t deserve to sleep. You’re running out of time. It’s hopeless.’ The voices repeatedly whisper. As they grow louder and louder, my heart begins to race. It’s beating so fast that it’s bound to fly out of my chest. It’s moving up my throat. The beating causes my airways to close off making breathing an impossible feat. Energy courses through my veins, pleading to be let out in some way. I want to burst out of my skin. I want to escape. I’m trapped inside a meat vehicle that can’t do what I want. It’s frozen. Unable to move, despite all my best efforts. I want to claw away at my own skin. Rip off my own flesh. As if that can give me the freedom that I desire, the freedom that I’m longing for. Maybe if I can escape my fleshy prison I can be free, I can find that peace that I seek. But I can’t. This flesh refuses to budge. This body refuses to cause harm to itself. So I’m forever entrapped in this monstrosity. In the darkness, all alone, frozen in fear and disgust with myself, the voices grow louder and louder. It isn’t my voice. It’s the voice of everyone I know. My family and friends. They hate me. They despise me. Their voices grow louder and louder until they turn to screams. Their screams rip through my ears, causing them to bleed. Yet I still can’t move. Red, glowing eyes appear in the darkness, becoming the only source of light. A fear that I never thought possible grips me once again. It turns my stomach into ice as it falls to the ground. As those eyes stare into me, I freeze. My organs, my blood, every part of my being is made of ice and I begin to tremble uncontrollably. I can’t move. I can’t think. I’m cold. Nothing more. Made of ice. Barely human. The screams are now screams of terror. I can feel their pain as they scream. Begging me to help them. I want to help. I try to help, but my body is frozen, and my spirit is bursting out of my body. I’m trapped. Light begins to make way, ever so slowly. Not enough to fully dispel the darkness, but enough that I can see the monster and his actions. He looks almost like a T-Rex, with glowing red eyes and blood dripping from his mouth. I look at his hands. It’s a mistake. My friend Donald, the man who had helped me the most, has been torn in half. His organs slipping out of him and blood dripping to the ground. He looks at me. I can see the pain in his face. I can see the accusation in his eyes. I just stand there. I want to run to him. I want to help him, to protect him, like he helped and protected me. He saved me and yet I can’t save him. That thought is like a knife in my gut, plunging deeper and deeper, twisting more and more the longer I stare at him. ‘Help me,’ he whispers to me, begging me. Tears roll down my face. I wish I could. But I can’t. I can’t move. The monster has a power over me that I can’t break free from. The monster brings Donald’s top half to his mouth and bites off Donald’s screaming head. As the remains of Donald are thrown away, the monster looks at me. Once again staring into the dark recesses of my soul, and smiles. A toothy, bloody smile that haunts me. The world begins to swirl all around me in a black void of nothingness. I look around. I’m still in darkness. My friends are all staring at me, wide eyed and shocked. Fear is etched onto their faces and they cringe as I reach for them. They scream. They beg me to stop, to have mercy. Stop what? I can’t stop the monster. It’s too powerful. I’m frozen. I try to explain it to them, but I don’t have words. Nothing will come out. I reach for my friend, and I see a claw. The same claw that just held Donald a few seconds ago. It’s still covered in blood. It’s reaching for it’s next victim. That’s when I realize. I was the monster all along.
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Prompt: She had her arrow aimed at the man’s back, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom. Taking a deep, steady breath, she pulled the bowstring taut and prepared to let the arrow fly- But then her target turned and looked directly at her, finding her in the eaves as if he’d known she was there all along. He winked.
Felicia hid in the trees, finding the perfect spot to hide out until the perfect moment. She aimed her arrow at the man’s back. She had a perfect shot, despite the crowded ballroom. She would make this work. Taking a deep, steady breath, she pulled the bowstring taut and prepared to let the arrow fly- but then her target turned. Their eyes practically met. She could feel him staring at her and it was as if he was staring directly into her soul. His eyes seemed drawn to the eaves as if he’d known that she was there all along. That couldn’t be true. He couldn’t see her. There was no way. Then, suddenly, just as Felicia was convincing herself that it was just a coincidence and he couldn’t actually see her, he winked. He knew that she was there. Then he slowly nodded his head. He knew. He knew that she was going to kill him. And he was waiting for it. He was wanting it. Suddenly she couldn’t pull the trigger. She couldn’t bring herself to. It was one thing if he didn’t know about it. It was a totally different thing for him to be seeking it out. She slipped her weapons on her back and slipped out of the leaves. “You didn’t take the shot,” the man said almost as if he was bored with everything, “Why not?” “Because,” Felicia said, “Why did you want me to take the shot?” “It’s for the best,” the man said, “My kingdom is in ruins. My family is broke, and they’ll get a huge pay out if I die. My kingdom needs me to die. So,” he turned to her and pulled out a knife and placed it in her hand, pressing the blade into his stomach, “Come on. Do what I paid you to do.” Felicia stared at him. He couldn’t be serious. No way she could kill him. He pressed himself toward the knife, plunging the knife into his own stomach. As he crumbled to the ground, Felicia’s stomach dropped. She would have to save him. She couldn’t let him do this. She couldn’t let him kill himself. There had to be another way. Prompt: Picture prompt
Obderdeen barely glanced up as the door to her cell opened. She didn’t even put up a fight as the guards grabbed her under the elbows and lifted her to her feet and dragged her toward another cell and forced her into a chair. She couldn’t even bother to put up a fight as the guards, none to gently, took out their knives and began to hack off her hair. Her precious hair. She couldn’t even bring herself to care. After years of being tortured, she could no longer care about her hair. It was frizzy, and dirty, and looked more like a rat’s nest than an actual hairstyle anyway. They were doing her a favor by hacking it all off, at least if she was bald she wouldn’t have to deal with it. As they hacked off her hair, she simply stared into space. What else could they do to the girl who had lost everything? Prompt: “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to play your fake date. How rude.”
Peggy sunk down in her seat hoping that she could disappear. This was the worst. He wasn’t supposed to be here. No one was supposed to find out about this. She was so embarrassed. “What is going on?” Paulo asked. “Oh, um,” Peggy cleared her throat, “This is my boyfriend,” she gestured toward Arnold. Paulo looked around at the two of them. They made an odd couple, that was for sure. They couldn’t have been together for very long. It was weird that they were calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend. “Sorry to interrupt,” Paulo said. “It’s alright,” Arnold said, “I should be going anyway.” Arnold got to his feet and walked out of the restaurant. “So,” Paulo said, taking Arnold’s recently vacated spot, “You want to tell me what was going on?” “Arnold is my boyfriend,” she said. “Yeah, right,” Paulo laughed as he rolled his eyes and stole a fry off of her plate. “Okay fine,” Peggy sighed, “Arnold was a stranger I found on the street. I needed someone to pretend to be my date for my parents.” “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to play your fake date,” Paulo said. He would make a great fake boyfriend. He totally could have convinced her parents that they were really a couple. “How rude,” he continued. “Well,” she sighed. She knew that he would be more than willing to play her fake boyfriend, but Paulo wasn’t exactly someone that her parents would approve of. Prompt: “Are you going to murder me because you’re a stranger I met on the internet?” / “Yes, I am.”
“He is not,” Peggy said into her cellphone. Her friend was insane and far too overprotective for her own good. She saw ghosts, demons, murderers, and rapists everywhere she went. Although her friend could say the opposite about Peggy. Peggy was too trusting and naïve for her own good. “Just because I just met him online doesn’t mean that he’s going to kill me,” Peggy continued. “Of course it does,” her friend said, “Strangers online are definitely murderers. He’s going to kill you and chop you up in a million pieces.” “It’s going to be fine,” Peggy said, hanging up her phone before her friend totally psyched her out. As she walked into the house, Peggy’s heart was beating out of her chest. Her friend had gotten into her head. She was so wound up that when she finally walked through the door, she jumped and let out the loudest scream as she ran into Marco. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, putting her hand to her chest, trying to steady her heart. “You alright?” Marco asked. “Are you going to murder me because you’re a stranger I met on the internet?” Peggy asked. She couldn’t help the words from spilling out of her mouth. Her words often ran away from her when she was nervous, and this time was no different. “Yes, I am,” Marco said seriously with a nod of his head. Peggy stared at him. Her eyes widening. Maybe her friend was right. “Well, um,” Peggy said, looking around for some kind of way to escape this situation. “It’s fine,” Marco said with a smile, “It was a joke. Aren’t you serious?” “Well um,” Peggy laughed nervously. She had been around her friends and employers too long. It was starting to affect her. Prompt: “I win! So, what’s my prize?’ / “Prize? I didn’t know we were playing for a prize.” / “I got it! How about you and me hang out this Saturday? Just the two of us? Say around 4?” / “Um alright. But we hang out all the time, how is that a prize?” / “You’re right, guess we’ll just have to call it a date. See you on Saturday for our date!”
“I win! I win!” Gabriella danced around doing her ‘I win’ dance, “So?” she asked, sitting down, still exuberant from her win, “What’s my prize?” She looked expectantly over at Lance. “Prize?” Lance asked, confused, “I didn’t know we were playing for a prize.” He tried to think about something, anything that he could give her. “I got it!” she snapped her fingers as if she suddenly came up with the perfect idea, “How about you and me hang out this Saturday? Just the two of us? Say around 4?” She looked hopefully toward him, trying to gauge his reaction. “Um, alright,” Lance said with a shrug, “But we hang out all the time,” he said, confused, “How is that a prize?” “You’re right,” she said with a nod of her head, “Guess we’ll just have to call it a date,” she said with a smile. She got to her feet and began to run off. “See you on Saturday for our date!” She didn’t give him an opportunity to pull away and try to come up with an idea on why they couldn’t. She had gotten her date, and she wasn’t going to let that be ruined. Prompt: His gaze froze her literally and physically and he smiled, “Can’t move now, can you?”
Little Johnny smiled over at Peggy as he strode up to her. She backed herself up against the wall. It was only when her back actually hit the wall that she realized how terrible of an idea that had been. Now she was trapped, and there was nowhere to go. Johnny’s gaze froze Peggy literally, and as she tried to move, she realized, physically as well. He smiled at her. Her blood run cold. She didn’t know what his plan was, but that smile on his face made her not want to find out. “Can’t move now,” Johnny smiled, running his hand across her cheek, “Can you,” he grabbed her neck and brought his face close to her ear and whispered the words in her ear. Peggy cringed as his hot breath touched her ear. She swallowed but found that she couldn’t speak. Her vocal chords were as frozen as the rest of her. “Good,” he continued to whisper in her ear, “Then no one will hear you scream.” His hand moved from the back of her neck to the front and he began to squeeze, cutting off the air trying to enter. Unable to fight back, she found herself losing consciousness and allowed the darkness to begin to swallow her. Just as she was about to slip into the abyss, she heard someone call out to Johnny. “Johnny! Not like this,” she heard a voice say. As the men began to argue, Johnny’s hand relaxed its hold, which allowed air slowly to return back to her and the darkness slowly began to retreat. With all of their attention on each other, Peggy found herself able to move once again, and she began to crawl toward the door and to her freedom. Prompt: “I’m gonna take you out!” / “Alright, it’s a date then.” / “I…I meant that as a threat.” Or “I’m gonna take you out!” Is that…a threat?” / “No, no, I meant it as a date.”
She could feel her heart beating inside her chest faster. Her palms were feeling sweaty. She felt some kind of weird, twisting, sensation in her stomach. She had never felt anything like that before. It wasn’t fear. It was something…else, something different. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, and she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. She was about to come back into the room when the phone rang. As Kevin answered the phone, she stayed where she was, waiting to hear what he was saying. “I’m gonna take her out,” Kevin said to the person on the phone. Her heart beat even faster. She wanted to pass out. Her mind started to race and she tried to find the nearest exit. However, the only exit was right behind him. She would have to pass by him. Unless. She glanced around. It would be a tight fit, but she could make it. She could crawl through the window. She was just clearing off the sill so she could slip out the window when Kevin came into the room. With her leg up on the sill ready to climb through the window, she looked back at him. The two of them stared at each other. “What are you doing?” Kevin finally asked. His eyes were wide and he brought his hands to run through his hair, causing it to stick up on end. “I’m, uh,” she said. She looked around at where she was and what she was doing. It looked weird. It was weird. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She couldn’t explain this away. If she did, he would know that he would know that she had heard him, and that could make everything so much worse. “I uh,” she tried again. She looked at Kevin. He looked so sweet, standing there with his hair on end. He looked so sweet. So innocent. There was no way he had meant that he was going to take her out. He couldn’t be wanting to kill her. “I uh,” she got off of the window sill, “I heard you tell that person on the phone that you were going to take me out.” She stayed poised to run, every fiber of her being was pulsing, ready to spring into action in a moment’s notice. Kevin stared at her for a moment. His eyes narrowed in confusion, only to widen again as understanding dawned on him. “I am planning on taking you out,” Kevin said, “If you’ll let me.” As he was saying, ‘If you’ll let me,’ she was responding with, “Is that a threat?” “No,” he shook his head frantically. He shook his head frantically and his fingers rushed through his hair again. “No, no, no, no,” he continued to say, “That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t threatening to take you out as in I was going to kill you or hurt you in any way.” He moved closer to Skye and reached out and took Skye’s hands. Still poised to pull away and run away if she needed to, she allowed Kevin to hold her hands in his. “I was meaning, I wanted to take you out,” Kevin said slower, “As in, I wanted to take you out to dinner, and maybe a movie.” “Like as in a date?” Skye asked. She stared at him uncertainly. “Yeah,” Kevin said. He smiled nervously at Skye. “Like a date.” He looked so sweet and awkward. Skye’s heart melted. “Is that okay?” Kevin asked as she continued to stare at him in silence. She continued to look at him in silence. Her mind was whirling and she couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t even think about what she was thinking about. “Of course it’s not,” Kevin said, shaking his head. What was he thinking? Of course she didn’t want to go on a date with him. That was stupid. “Forget I ever said anything. Let’s just forget all of this ever happened.” He pulled his hands away and ran them through his hair. “I don’t want to,” Skye said. Kevin stopped talking and stared at her. “I don’t want to forget this ever happened,” Skye continued, “I would love to go out with you. If that offer is still on the table,” she quickly added as she took one of his hands in hers. Kevin sighed in relief and smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Okay,” she smiled back at him. She got on her tiptoes and went to kiss his cheek, but misjudged the distance and the kiss landed on his lips. Prompt: Picture prompt
Aaronal: Captain of Jebaiah’s guard. Also best friend of Jebaiah. Jebaiah: Prince. Going to school. Aaronal keeps him safe while in school. Oberone: Leader of the tribe. Alric: Master of the guard. Lives in the coldest part of the netherworld. Bartholemew: an assassin. He has no loyalties. Whoever pays him will have his loyalties. Prompt: Write historical fiction, but there’s a twist! It can’t be later than 1980. So you’ve got 4 decades to work with.
I held my breath. This couldn’t be happening. This was supposed to be a normal day. I was headed home. I was going to see my family again for the first time in years. Now I doubted I would ever see my family ever again. The plane was getting closer and closer to the towers. We were going to crash into them. This was going to be the end of everything. This was the way I died. |
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