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STORY STARTER
Inspired by an anonymous user
Write a story about a character trapped alone in a room with no doors or windows.
You could focus on how this situation occured, or the emotional response of the protagonist.
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I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know how to leave. There are no windows or doors. The last thing I remeber is arriving home from the office after a long day and lying in my bed. I woke up in this room to a strange person leaning over and looking me in the eyes. He was about three quarters of my height in an all-black outfit, he had a hood around his silver mask with...
No windows no views
No doors into rooms
Alone in this large room
Writings on the wall of ways it could end
Threads on the floor of dreaded scenes
Too much words thoughts screaming too loud going under but not drowning
Creativity is fleeing like smoke leaving
Something’s burning there’s a fire
It’s kissing the walls and eating the floors
It’s getting too hazy in hear need help
It’s a...
My prison is not of bars on windows, or concrete walls. It’s only windows are my words and the only walls that keep me locked are the walls of my own mind. My prison may not be physical, but its as if I’m chained to a wall, unable to move and left only to hang in the darkness. The darkness is impossible to see through, but I know there’s a presence. A presence of a monster, lurking in the depths. ...
I saw her again. That young lady. She watched me, Seraphina, and Jin as we were discussing the weird history of the neighborhood. When I caught her gaze, all of my surroundings started to shift. The walls started twisting and the ceiling started turning. The house became neat and looked young, and in good shape. Jin and Seraphina weren't there anymore; it was just me.
The house looked empty, as if...
Romingo grunted as he hit the cold metal convoy
They start driving off. The road to hell snakes in twists and turns through the facade of verdant paradise. As the convoy weaves its way ever Southward into the heart of the Nafari Lands Romingo thinks about Corin and the disappointment Corin would feel
Never in twenty years has he thought of returning to this god-forsaken place.
Through a thin w...
(Could be the prompt? Not sure about the doors part tho)
I remember mommy. I remember daddy. I remember seeing them dead. I remember their faces. Moms dark hair and kind smile, dads short hair and bright green eyes. I remember blood being spilled on mommy’s white dress and daddy’s suit. I remember their dull eyes. I can’t get the images out of my head, and now I’m here. They numb my thoughts. The...
Finally solitude 
Safety
No humans around to take me
I lock myself in
I’m scared to come out
Just a young child
Full of doubt
They all snicker
Their red eyes glow
That slut child
That stupid kid
They laugh and mock
They talk and talk
You wonder why I don’t come out?
Can’t you just shut your mouth?
My innocence is exposed
My childhood destroyed
But all you can say is “shut the kids mouth”...
Darkness was the only thing crowding her mind. And the room. Iaci sat in the room all day.
Everyday someone would come up to the room and slip small pieces of meat and moldy bread under the door. And everyday Iaci tried to scream out to them, desperately.
But all they did was laugh at her pathetic attempts and taunt her then leave when she didn’t respond.
She kept the bread in a pile in a corne...
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