Writing Prompt
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Chaotic
Write a scene where something chaotic is happening.
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The clock is one minute behind.
Laundry scatters the floor.
Water spills down your shirt, sending a chill down your spin.
The AC feels warm against your sticky skin
The TV is blaring at full volume, arguing and doors screaming in your ears.
Your hair sticks to the back of your neck in the way that you hate.
Your eyes droop with the sleep you didn’t get.
The smell of food makes your stomach rumble,...
A scream echoes outwardly.
A small, old stone building, at the center of this Mediterranean town, is the origin of the city-wide fire. A fireworks accident set the town ablaze.
I turn my head torwards the sound, but hands push me forward.
Overwhelming heat envelops me, inhibiting my ability to think clearly. Sweat drips down my face. The flames lick at my skin, smoke filling my ai...
The world slowed. I watched as Eli’s flying elbow met with the dirty paint water cup. The slow rock as the water sloshed back and forth. Back and forth.
Eli’s face went slack with horror and he made to move and catch the cup before it tipped over and got all over the painting below.
He was too slow.
The brown water finally tipped fully over and cascaded down to the painting. The still water paint ...
A giant! A gaint!
Fluttering through the curves of the tile floor, the bug zip zapped away.
A giant!
A cold shadow arose from the air. The echoes of high pitched screams reverberated in the bugs whole body. "A buuuuuuuuuug!!" "Get it!" "Get it!"
Safety! Safety!
It neared closer and and closer. A shadow, but the kind that welcomes, never looms.
Safety!
The floor shook as the big neared close...
“Give me! Give me!”
I listened from the kitchen table as my brothers, both twins, grabbed for a toy robot.
My mind wondering as I watched them, so innocent from the ravaging moments of grief from losing Mom.
“Boys.” My father warned as he finished up the eggs he had on the stove. Sam and Evan both stopped and looked up at him, and then without any words made their way to the table. Since she’d ...
A fiery blaze seeped through what was rose red painted doors but now a blackened charcoal of nothing recognisable. Panting Profusely the unprepared assistant ran to the emergency exit in disarray, contemplating how his simple mistake could have caused such an awry.
Finally what seem to be safety had approached where, in recollecting himself, he stared before a police chase in front of him . Sudd...
The air crackled with tension as the clash between the Ghost Squad and the Crimson Shadows raged on in the clearing. Trees stood as silent witnesses, their trunks spattered with the remnants of paint, a vivid reminder of the fierce competition. Alex and James, two of the fiercest members of the Ghost Squad, darted between the gnarled roots and underbrush, their movements fluid and instinctual, loc...
My teacher Mr. Richards is at the door with his clothes covered in mud. I may or may not have thrown a bucket of it at him earlier with some friends. Then, enabling the trip wire I planted earlier, a bucket of feathers stick ever so perfectly on his clothes. I already knew today was going to be amazing.
- ALRIGHT! WHOEVER KEEPS ON DOING THIS TO ME IS GOING TO GET DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE MON...
When I finally came too and realized that awful blaring noise was my girlfriend’s alarm, I knew we we’re screwed. Saturday morning’s aren’t the lazy sunday morning vibes but they also aren’t meant to be the wild school and work morning vibes either. Saturday mornings for us though are much worse. When the boy goes away for the weekend, edibles come into play. Friday nights are for munchie food, ju...
I duck my head a split second before a box is thrown at me. It hits the side of the school with a thud and falls to the floor. I look at my classmate Violet, wide eyed. I expected to get a reaction out of her but I didn’t expect it to be this big.
“Why Sabrina? Just why? Every time we try to do something normal you just come on and-“ she starts.
“Violet chill. I thought it was pretty cool.” Says ...
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