Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Kamil Kalbarczyk @ Unsplash
The scene opens with your protagnoist paddling hard down the river, desperately trying to outrun their pursuers.
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The water was dark. The kind of dark that seemed bottomless, sure to have monsters lurking in the deep. Every time my paddle dipped into its murky depths and stirred through the ripples I imagined a hand angrily ripping it from my hands.
As I fought desperately to paddle faster, I whispered a plea for understanding. I did not wish to disturb any resting spirits but I needed to escape, I could hea...
Paddle paddle paddle. That’s the only thing my mind was focused on. Paddle paddle paddle. It is the championship match and I got a early start. I’m in first place paddling my heart out. My arms burned and with each passing paddle I go slower and slower. I can’t let that distract me I say in my mind. Winning the gold metal in the Olympics would be a huge honor and it would give me a lot of money.
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I did not think anyone had seen me. I was so careful. I staked the place for days. Only the target had came and gone for 3 days.
He’s routine was normal. Wake up, go to the local mart and buy food for the day, Never more. That said to me he didn’t know how long he’d be there.
He burnt his trash after every meal and covered the ashes with dirt. He did not want to leave any evidence that he was th...
The light of the TV bathed the living room in an intimate, warm glow, casting long shadows across the walls. Hyperion, his arm wrapped firmly around my shoulder, rested his head on mine as we watched the film. I snuggled closer, enjoying the comfort of his presence. The movie was a romantic comedy, perfect for a night in together. Hyperion leaned in to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled...
Damn. Stupid dare. Arms burning, I sliced my paddle desperately through the choppy water, my canoe rocking percariously from side to side. Behind me, the distant whine of the speedboat engines grows louder. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I berate myself as the canoe almost tips me into the frigid river. Of course I took the smallest boat possible from the boathouse. It was supposed to be easy. A little...
_This isn’t the way I thought this would go_, said Darrel amid spurts of trying to catch his breath. He was paddling (hard) down river, trying to get to the little nook he had seen yesterday. There was (he thought had remembered) a piece of the land hidden by thick tall trees that he could just melt into and slip away. The only thing is he couldn’t remember exactly where it was. He knew he’d have ...
All Jakob could do was to continue paddling. Trying desperatly to fight the urge to look behind. His hands were now hurting from fiercely grabbing the paddle. His arm muscles were aching, screaming for him to stop. He couldn't stop. If he stopped, everything would stop. Forever. Sweat was dropping from his temple, but he couldn't be sure to distinguish it from the water that was coming up each tim...
Ghosts are not real.
Ghosts pirates were definitely not fucking real.
Logically Adam knew this.
But, knowing that didn’t make the illogical ghost pirate ship slicing through the water a few feet behind his kayak any less real.
“Give it up, son,” the man? Ghost? Zombie? leaning over the rail rasped.
Adam ignored him, paddling with everything in him. His arms screamed in protest. Fire blossome...
The man that was once blooming with life mere minutes ago, now drowns with anguish as he desperately flails his arms to the gentle waves below him. Unable to look back he continues onwards, taking shelter to one his biggest fears, the ocean.
”How could this have happened!?,” he thought to himself. But alas the screams of his most trusted could be heard from the distance, as he paddles into anywhe...
Water splashed all around me as I paddled as fast as I could down the raging rapids of Anteok river. Behind me I could hear the shouting from my captor, “It’s going to be worse for you if you keep running.” I ignored his threats and continued paddling. Ahead I could see a split in the river I aimed for the right where the river became a short watetfall then went into more rapids. I figured if I ...