Writing Prompt

[Currently reading Hell House by Richard Matheson]

Edith Barrett was a haunted person. When she escaped Hell House, she felt the specters following in her wake—wisps of the tortured, demented, and lonely. Donning masks of comedy and tragedy, their ghostly laughter and lament formed an ever-clinking chain that restrained Edith through her daily existence.

She thought a cruise to a distant island ...

“O-o-oh dear” piglet whispered quietly. “I-I-I-I must not f-f-f-fear” as piglet contemplated and thought of many awful outcomings to this situation. Piglet grasped tightly, crumpling his measly emergency checklist. “A-Alright, f-f-first we must g-g-get my blankey” the sound of the lens rough surface shook Piglet from within. “Well w-w-which one to bring?” Piglet rambled to himself. “ oh dear. The ...

I moan and slump on my desk, tapping my pencil continuously on the piece of paper. My lamp shines brightly, caressing me in a gentle orange glow. I sigh. I’ve been selected for the Survival Games, where a helicopter basically drops you somewhere in the wild with a few other people with ten items of your choice. Then you have to survive for a week. Basically we keep doing this for weeks, or until a...

After nearly four hundred years of being stuck like some mewling kitten in that forsaken tower of stone and magic he was finally out…

And being sent to a deserted island.

Life, however long, remained cruel.

As his punishment for a sharp tongue and clever lies, he had been sequestered from the world. Years locked away with every amenity he could ever need, yet the real punishment… he could not t...

Laying on the beach of a deserted island, soaking up the warmth of the fire as the sun goes down and the tide crashes against the sand.

An unachievable dream for me now.

What would I bring with me there?

Some shades? A bikini? Definitely suncream, heck I need plenty of that as it is.

What about a beach ball, and a net? I suppose that depends on if I’m alone or not.

I’d definitely bring tool...

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Of course, I could’ve seen it coming. But I’m surprised it actually did. It’s going to be alright, though. Billy assured me he’d be back in no time, with some help. Where he was going to get help, I had no idea, but I had faith in the dude.

What started off an as an average trip of two fishermen just trying to catch fish, ended up being us getting stranded....

(he’s got a British accent)

“What ten items would I bring to an island?” He rubs his chin.

“Well, I would probably take a bed.” He thinks for a second.

“This is bloody harder than I thought.” He chuckles.

“Uuuuuuuum, a weapon of some sort. Oh, and some food…and water.”

“What is that three? Okay. Um can I take a person with me?”

“Ok then I would bring my love. Whether she likes it or not.”

“I’m n...

Jane made an attempt at fluffing the stiff hospital pillow. Finally the poor anemic thing surrendered into a lumpy bundle. The old woman leaned her frail spine into the pillow and wished for her goose feather pillows on her own sweet little bed. Some mornings when she first woke she thought she was home in her own bed, under her light coverlet and two hand knit blankets waiting for the light to t...

I’d need waterproof matches, no, a flint will last longer, needle and thread, and a really long and good book. That’s three of ten things. Needle and thread count as one, right? Wait, needle, thread, and scissors count as one—I need the scissors to cut. And I need a decent sized knife that can also serve as a machete without being too big.

A few plastic containers should help, and a water filter. ...

“What ten items would you bring on a deserted island?”

Honestly, Val thought that it was a ridiculously stupid question.

First, she would bring water filter straw, obviously. Bringing along a jug or bottle of water means a waste of space and energy, while a water filter in straw form would require none of that.

Then, she would bring food. Preferably not canned, which would be hard to open witho...