Write a descriptive piece about a comfortable place you are familiar with, but with an ominous tone.
Word choices can give readers a very different impression of something. Try to choose words that will accurately describe the place while also creating a threatening mood.
not ominous, more like sad and tired lol. this is kind of my twist on the prompt, so not exactly what it’s asking for.
Time seems to pass much faster on a full stomach than it does when I’m starving. I blink and it’s already dusk, the sunlight shrinking away more and more with every passing second. Has food always made me this tired? Heavy?
I am shown to the bathroom once my sister is done. I ...
In the heart of a small, forgotten town, there stood an ancient house, known by all as the birthplace of its most revered resident. The air clung with a heavy stillness, as though time itself had come to a halt within its weathered walls. Whispers of the past echoed through its corridors, carrying tales of an ominous history that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to listen.
“Suzy, you really can’t let them do this. It’s embarrassing for you. It’s embarrassing for me.”
She looked at him in this place that was all his. His books. His pictures. His knick knacks and memories from his successful life in film and teaching. She felt small.
Susan remembered being here as a student. She was so excited. She had so many hopes and ambitions. Back then, every corner of his offi...
The cawing starts every day right before sundown, so be sure to be timely. If you step lightly, you could make it across the cracked, decaying pathway to the enclosed hollow stairs. Be sure to open the iron door with gentle dexterity, and close it silently as to not make your presence announced.
When you reach the top of the landing, pick up your pace down the endless, echoing hall my darling. Ho...
Once cozy; always a delightful sanctuary for freedom of thought and action. But now as I peered through the half open door I observed my room such as I had never seen it.
The wooden door had deep divots scratched into its surface; the paint peeling away so you could glimpse rotting wood underneath. I gasped when I saw the now uneven plank floor, warped and cracking with every step I took.
Oh ! The dead cry out from bloodied ground,
muskets make a thundering sound,
thousands fall in line,
hoofbeats pound the earth in rhyme,
Northern and Southern brothers
against each other,
the smoke of fire shall smother.
Thousands are dead at slavery’s hand,
the playing of “Dixie” in the army band,
Oh ! The dead cry out from bloodied ground,
muskets make a thundering sound....
Carrie had hiked through this forest many times--it was her refuge, when life was beating her up. With each inhale, the scent of woody pine cleansed her mind and quieted her self-doubt. The dappled sunlight filtered through the ancient trees and sparkled in the slow drips of sap clinging to the crevasses of the bark. Beneath her feet, layers of brown pine needles shushed under her feet and cush...
The room smelled of apple bomb and boy. The curtains were closed, and all but one night lamp were off. Stuffed animals scattered about the floor and bed stared glassy eyed at me. A cold chill ran up my spin as the air conditioning kicked on.
Ghost snoozed on the paw dusted dog bed beside my closet door to my right. The empty space where Angel should have been now left longing and cold. I tossed ...
Exhausted from a day of emotional upheaval, I curl into a fetal position and drift off to sleep. Innocent thoughts of joy fill me. I dream about spending my future with the only woman I’ve ever loved and hope she feels the same way about me.
Without warning, a blood curdling moan slices through the air with exacting precision. It jolts me awake and provokes a response. I am scared and alone....
As the captained vessel creeps forward slow, panic spreads across me and starts to build. Upon greater introspection I should have realized that without the necessary courage, it would prove difficult to survive the safari cruise.
With outstretched arms and hands opened full, I shield from view the individual dangers surrounding me. Out of sight, out of mind. The reprieve settles my paranoia ...
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