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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a narrative from the perspecitve of one of these characters, with a twist that would be unexpected given the scene.
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I grabbed a human finger from my plate and bit into it. The flesh was soft and tender, easily ripping of the bone. This finger was from my last victim, some guy trespassing in our territory. After I killed him, I cooked him and prepared to serve him at tea time.
My guests were all digging in and a drinking his sweet blood from the golden teacups.
“Oh, my. Where did you find this high-quality hu...
I look around at all the folks of the circus. One has stripes, one has a blue dress, while they’re others wearing they’re own choice of outfit . We are sitting at a table, they’re are seven of us exactly. One of us will fall down, off of the table, to the floor. No one knows who. All we know is that one of the drinks that taste like cherry is poisoned, and is deadly. Could this be the day I, the g...
With all sincerity and honesty, I don't know why I'm here. Our friend group, on impenetrable, was now a congregation of Instagram acquaintances —who, at this moment, were more performative friends. We went from wine nights and chain text to a pack of actresses pretending to be something that had passed. Julie Marks, my once-great who introduced me to my first husband and my second husband, seemed ...
As I sat there listening to the other ladies talk about their days and the things they had done, I realized I couldn’t engage that conversation honestly. You see I done something none of these ladies would dare believe. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Ingrid Jones. I have done things in my life that surprise even me. My friend Sarah is sitting to my right she’s droning on about how she...
“She really looks strange, doesn’t she?”
The lady in red spoke to me in hushed tones. I think she forgets that everyone is within inches of one another and can hear every word.
Even over the rest of the conversation happening, all eyes went to the lady in red. I forget her name. Rebecca? Rachel? Rhonda? It’s an r name.
It wasn’t necessarily that the mime was actually speaking that threw me off a...
As all the guests were sitting and resting their hands on the soft vinyl tablecloth, the tea party started. Everyone stared at each other nervously with a grasp of fear in their eyes. If it had not been for the Duke’s friendliness, the people in this table would be in their graves right now. As they softly pondered on the biscuits they would eat, the host started talking. “Welcome, welcome, welcom...
As all the guests were sitting and resting their hands on the soft vinyl tablecloth, the tea party started. Everyone stared at each other nervously with a grasp of fear in their eyes. If it had not been for the Duke’s friendliness, the people in this table would be in their graves right now. As they softly pondered on the biscuits they would eat, the host started talking. “Welcome, welcome, welcom...
The air on this crisp Autumn afternoon is just right for a tea party. It was an invite only party. I had received my invitation by mail. It came in an exquisite gold envelope, and the card itself was solid black with gold bordering and lettering. “Dear Amanda,” it read, “You have been cordially invited to the annual Bunny Day Tea Party. The theme is Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice. This year to ...
an easy game of rock paper scissors. rock breaks scissors, paper covers rock, scissors cuts paper.
ready rock, paper, scissors go.
i picked rock he picked paper. he covered up the lies he told
i wanted to play again, i wanted to try to win
ready rock, paper, scissors go.
i picked paper he picked scissors. he cut the hope of us being together in half.
i wanted to play just one more time and win....