Writing Prompt
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WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a thriller story in only five sentences.
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“**NO STOP**!” Alex shrieked as he fell back, pinned against the floor.
“Nobody’s listening, Alex.” His uncle said calmly, grasping his fumbling hands and yanking them above his head.
Alex screamed and flailed against his grip, “DON’T—“
_WHAM!_
The knife plunged into his chest and blood gushed out, cutting off his scream midway....
It had been a pretty normal day, school, soccer practice, and now I was heading home.
The moon was shining high above me, making my pale skin almost shine under the light.
Something in me called for me to look down, and when I did, I wasn’t greeted by _my _shadow.
Instead, I saw the shadow of a beast, stalking its prey, crouching low with teeth bared.
And that’s when I felt the claws wrap a...
The lights blink out, and the sound distinctly resembling glass shattering echoes in the darkened chamber. The concrete is cold and dusty, as everything goes silent once again. A shiver up the spine, heavy breaths come quicker and quicker. A door shutting matches the sudden pounding. Is it in the head, the heart, or is it right in front of you?...
Leon never wanted to take this case in the first place and he never felt more sure that it had been a mistake than at this moment with the pistol pushed into the back of his head.
The affair, the dead husband, the desparate wife, and the dame’s mad scheme to cover it up all swirled around Leon’s memories, like it was the only memories he ever had.
Leon was about to learn the hard lesson: never g...
No one expects to help the victim at the end of a horror movie.
They are the unwitting, getaway vehicle for the protagonist, final girl, to escape the killer.
Too bad that it isn’t the end of a slasher movie.
It’s the beginning.
Now it’s a whole new scene, and the innocent bystander and the final girl must survive the Phantom Face Man with no ending credits in sight....
“Good morning, My Love,” Tom whispers to his wife, Carly, as she breathes gently in the bed beside him and his phone rings on the nightstand. Answering quickly, Tom springs out of bed so as to not wake his beautiful bride, not bothering to check who is calling.
“Tom?” Carly’s familiar voice sounds through the phone. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it home last night: I’m okay, I just crashed at Lil...
My blade in his back, he moans, his arms are wrapped limply around me.
Hands around his throat, red prints belonging to me, while his eyes roll backwards, mouth gaped open for air.
“Say you’ve been decapitated…?
Well, you’d better walk it off, darlin’.”
Licking the sticky blood from my fingers, his lifeless eyes watch in anticipation at the finale of my craft....
As the evening fell on the sleepy town of Carlisle, Melissa was late ensuring that the doors were secured in the basement.
It was well known within the town that nightfall brought the “Terrors” out, searching for the next meal.
Though none of the towns people knew what the “Terrors” truely were, they knew that their hunger for human flesh knew no boundaries.
Just as Melissa had finished lock...
The sun was only just rising as I knelt down beside her at his grave. She placed some flowers down and looked over at me giving a somber smile. His death took a toll on both of us, she claimed that it took all her effort to not break down every time his name was mentioned. Only if she knew how much effort it took me to plunge that knife into him despite his cries for help. The sanity I lost; it wa...