Writing Prompt

I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals.

They set me by the dining table.

Is this a dream? I need to be snapped out of it.

I’m no longer mentally stable.

It would seem the wife is the cook. My, oh my she has a lot of cook books.

Family of crooks. The wife looks like a rotten pig with worms in it’s eyes.

Well i’m shook, that’s exactly what we’re eating.

Oh, Christ, I can smell the food. It smells like. He...

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At 6:23 John r...

she’s always dreamt of waking up on a lazy sunday and making breakfast in her own kitchen, the sunlight streaming in through the windows and lighting up her life. maybe there’d be a cat, or a dog napping somewhere close by. maybe there’d be someone in her bed, still sleeping. that one, that last one hurt a little bit because she could see his face, his skin glowing gold with the sun. there’d be pl...

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