Writing Prompt

**_But as soon as i opened the book, I was shocked. The whole book was emprty but there was a map in the last page of the book, it looked old and is old it was from the time 1914. Actually, I have no knowledge on it, it was just written on it so i read it. The map isn’t from here. It was from the British time in UK. I looked at the map carefully but it wasn’t showing UK it was showing an other place. However, for good i went to the psychiartist and he said me that normally the first part of the dream cannot be remembered i told him that i cannot remember the whole dream but he didn’t believe me. So, I started investigation on my own but i when i did i just can’t find any because it was in my dreams. I slept with no problems for today but i had the same dream but i had my own plan, i thought of waking up as soon as i start to dream of that but i was not able to wake up and was stuck in the dream but as i tried i have gone conscious in my own dream and started searching for the beast inside my dream, as soon as i enter a cave in my dream there were many who dream like me and lose thier dreams but with today i find the mystery and all will be free. I start to search and i found the beast but it was not in the size i had thought. He was of the size of a giant i was scared but nothing mattered to me. Except the one i loved, Ok not the time to think of it, i atleast should go back alive for her, I will. No one can stop me from anything and they won’t but what i didn’t know was that the beast was blind and losed his sight because of humans. To get his sight back he just fed on the dreams of people like me, it was not a bad thing than what we humans did. I just read the backside of the map in my dream. I am in full control of my dream. I thought what happens if he was a dream too. No he is for real i shouldn’t think like that we did a mistake and he never did any. But soon i was loud and the beast turned towards me and said, “ Please don’t shout bro, i am trying to concentrate . “ i said ok and continued but what i forgot about is that he just looked at me i was like shit what is happening here!!!!!!!! Then i calmed down and asked the beast that why do take our dreams like this ? He said “ You just read it didn’t you. " I thought wow the beast is also making fun. However, I told just leave us and he did it actually. Than i asked who are you and he said, “ I am one of your ancestors weapon to destroy his enemies, i just lost my eyesight because of his enemies when someone like you came into his own dreams and controled me and made my eyesight go off, However it was my mistake to be that weak and have a weakness " i felt shocked and sad and said him that “ Everybody Has A Weakness But You Shouldn’t Think It Is A Weakness In Yourself, You Should Make It Get According To You Because It Is About You. "

I am done finally Have a nice day You are going to have some insane history too Just find it Bai_**

Her tears fell in ravenous storms, blurring the ground with a dying ache. Clear rivers mixed with tanged, bitter blood- yet it looked so tantalizing still. It was marvelous, yet a horrifying scene that I wished I would never lay my eyes on again. It was good, yet bad all the same. In my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to be this way. What had provoked our end, what about our beginning? Light was simply a distant memory, a tear in the gentle fabric of what was once us, was once affection, was once care. Now, it simply was replaced by a cold, sheer, unrelenting wind current that threatened to blow me off the cold cliff we stood on. Or, to phrase it more realistically; the cliff I stood on, the cliff I killed her on- the cliff she died on. It was a sad sight, truly. A bitter end to our love song. Though, I should’ve expected this from the beginning, I knew. I has been played a fool. Happy cheers and celebrations felt like dreams, a sickening, horrible dream. Or maybe ‘‘twas the reality I lived in- I knew not. A red, crimson balloon- much like the blood that soaked the crumbling hill- much like the blood that swam around my black-laced shoes- had been both our end, and our beginning. This I knew more than my very breaths, more than my guilt. I’d killed her.

The Locket

Epilogue

Samantha clutches the silver locket in her palm, the metal cool and soothing against her trembling fingers. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, fixate on the little heart-shaped piece as if it holds all the answers she’s been searching for. She knows she must let go, but her heart isn’t ready yet. With a deep, shaky breath, she places the locket back in the drawer, a relic of a time now gone, a past that’s slipping further away with each moment.

Chapter 4: The Goodbye

In the dim glow of the hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor fills the silence. Samantha stands beside the bed, her father’s frail hand resting in hers. His once bright eyes now seem distant, searching somewhere beyond her, somewhere only he can see. She whispers softly, her voice cracking, “I love you, Dad.”

He doesn’t respond. His breaths are shallow, each one a struggle. Samantha feels a tear slip down her cheek as she bends down to kiss his forehead. She squeezes his hand one last time before letting go. The monitor flatlines. The nurse rushes in, but Samantha knows it’s too late. She takes a step back, her eyes fixed on her father’s peaceful face. The locket, now cold against her chest, feels heavier than ever.

Chapter 3: The Decision

The phone slips from Samantha’s hand, clattering to the floor. She stands frozen in her kitchen, the words still ringing in her ears: “It’s time to say goodbye.” She stares blankly at the wall, trying to process what the doctor had just told her. She had known this day was coming, but nothing could have prepared her for the finality of it.

She reaches up and touches the locket around her neck, feeling the smooth surface beneath her fingertips. It’s a gift from her father, given to her on her 16th birthday. Inside is a picture of them both, smiling and carefree. She takes a deep breath and picks up the phone again, dialing her brother’s number. “It’s Dad,” she says when he answers. “We need to go see him. Now.”

Chapter 2: The Gift

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart!” Her father’s voice is full of warmth and love as he hands her a small, neatly wrapped box. Samantha’s eyes light up with excitement as she tears into the wrapping paper. Inside, nestled in a bed of cotton, is a silver locket.

She opens it gently, revealing a tiny picture of her and her father on one side and an engraved message on the other: “Forever my little girl.” Tears spring to her eyes as she looks up at her father. “Thank you, Dad,” she whispers, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

He chuckles softly, patting her back. “I’ll always be with you, Sam. No matter what.”

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The sun shines brightly on the park, casting long shadows on the grass. A young girl with curly brown hair runs ahead, her laughter filling the air. Behind her, a man in his thirties, with a kind smile and gentle eyes, jogs to keep up. “Slow down, Sam!” he calls out, laughing.

The girl turns around, her face lit up with joy. “Catch me if you can, Daddy!” she shouts back, giggling. She trips over her own feet and falls, scraping her knee. She looks up, her face contorting in pain, but before she can cry, her father is there, lifting her into his arms.

“There, there, it’s okay,” he soothes, wiping away her tears. “Daddy’s here.” He kisses her forehead and holds her close. She sniffs and nods, clutching onto his shirt.

As they sit together on the park bench, her head resting on his shoulder, he pulls out a little wrapped box from his pocket. “I have something for you,” he says softly.

She looks up, eyes wide with curiosity, and he smiles. “But you have to promise me one thing,” he adds.

“What’s that, Daddy?” she asks.

“No matter what happens, you’ll always remember how much I love you.”

She nods, and he hands her the box, watching as she carefully unwraps it to reveal the shiny, silver locket inside.

This story will unfold in backwards order. The author will publish words that they deliberated over but ultimately accepted because what word choice could be better than their own? The words that come from books, and teaching moments, and experiences with outhers. The carelessness and haste that they were initially written with, just trying to reach some arbitrary word count goal. The product of a nighttime routine in an effort to be more creative, driven from an idea that maybe if you enjoy reading something written by someone else, they may enjoy something written by you.

the day ended happy With pink and red hearts Friends gathered Chilling with pizza Talking about their lives ————————————————————————

This is definitely not my best work, but I tried thats what counts. Anyway I hope everyone has a good day today! I’m going to be hanging out with some of my friends today so YAY! And my brain is blank now sooo byeee

Liliana Watson’s cold body was found in her bedroom.

The twenty year old lived with her family, but they were away overnight for her sister’s surgery. She was home alone.

A ring of ligature marks adorned her neck. The ultimate cause of death was asphyxiation.

Her body had bruises. Dark purple and black. Her fingernails had blood and skin underneath them. She fought back before her demise.

There was a deep cut on the back of her head. Blood stained the carpet leading from the living room to her bedroom, creating a morbid red carpet.

Blood spatter on the wall with the TV. She was taken by surprise. Bashed in the head by something heavy in the living room and then dragged to her place of death.

No forced entry at any doors or windows. It happened to be a time that her family was gone. She may have known her killer.

She may have told her killer that her family was going away for the night.

She may have invited her killer over.

And the killer agreed, planning on murdering her that night.

I sigh in defeat.

I’m never going to figure this out. Not like this. Notes with big erasure marks and crossing out in front of me.

I need to do this for James.

Closing my eyes, I walk through my memories of that day. The day my best friend died.

OoOoO

I left the party around 10:20 pm. I know that since my curfew was 11 and Bobby’s house was about 30 minutes away from mine.

So whoever kidnapped James did it after that.

But the autopsy said he had a drug in his system. One that was slow acting, so he must have been given it before I left.

We mostly stayed together at parties, both of us pretty awkward. He was one of those popular people that didn’t know he was. That made him even more attractive according to some girls. Many were envious of my close friendship with James, not believing it to be just a platonic bond.

There was a moment that he went to the bathroom, but I was within eyeline of it. No one intercepted him.

Before that, we danced for a bit, laughing how neither of us had any rhythm. He didn’t drink or eat anything then.

He never had a drink.

Wait. Something is nagging at the outer edge of my memory. I open my phone and tap my photos app. I scroll until I find what I’m searching for.

It’s a series of three photos taken seconds within one another. A friend of ours, Cisco, snapped these pictures of the three of us. In the first one, I’m in the middle, severely shorter than them. Cisco is on my left with James to my right. We are posing with peace signs. Cisco has a cup in his other hand. I also have a cup in my hand. I remember wanting a drink because I hadn’t drank anything all day.

Then in the next one, Cisco still has his in his grasp, but I had set mine on the table.

I swipe to the last one, and I audibly gasp.

James is holding a cup. One that he didn’t have before. My cup.

That is the only thing he drank the entire evening. I was with him 98% of the time. It has to be from that.

But if he was drugged from my cup, that means I was the target.

I feel myself begin to spiral. My thoughts are a mess and I’m practically ripping off my fingernails in nervousness.

Who would want to hurt me? Kill me even? He is much bigger than me. He wouldn’t have been out of it as much as me if I drank it. Is that why he died? Because he wasn’t out of it enough?

Oh my god. He died and it’s all my fault.

There’s one more question in my head, arguably the most important one to solving James’ death.

Who gave me the cup?

“I’m sorry for killing you,” I said on my deathbed, the hospital’s heart rate monitor beeping steadily like a timer counting these final seconds.

“Don’t say that.” Leif chuckled and shook her head dismissively. “Think of it more like… I’ve lived through you.”

I smiled tenderly, feeling her presence with me. Then I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. I didn’t fight it, but I felt terrified. Even though this was something billions of people experienced before, it still felt so abnormal.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you on the other side,” Leif whispered gently even though she didn’t know if there would be another side. But it reassured me long enough for it to be the last thought I’d process. She then said one, final thing.

“Close your eyes.”

…

“Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?”

“Just close them!”

I sighed deeply and grinned, rolling my eyes as I resigned. There was something about knowing I needed to be hospitalized soon that made me feel like this could be my last time doing this. But, I tried to avoid thinking about my worsening symptoms as I let Gale lead me away. She seemed so excited to make me happy.

Even before I could open my eyes after hearing the word “surprise,” I already knew the whole family was there with cake and balloons. Of course, Leif was there too, cheerful as ever.

“Happy birthday, dad,” Gale smiled sweetly at me. I looked at her fondly.

She grew up so fast.

…

She grew up so fast.

That was the only thought in my head when I saw how the child actress from my childhood was… well, no longer a child actually.

“They’re making a reboot of that show she was on,” Piera told me when she came in and saw the show Leif and I were watching together. I didn’t know who “they” were, but the reboot mattered more to me.

“Which show? The Land Down Under or Penny Farthing?” I asked curiously.

As per usual, before Piera came to join me on the couch, she went straight for the kitchen sink to wash off the saliva from baby Gale. Promptly, Leif left to give us alone time, but I didn’t notice.

“Penny Farthing, of course,” Piera giggled sweetly.

“Oh, my favourite!”

“I was never a Penny Farthing kid, but I trust your judgement, dear.”

“We could let Gale watch it when she’s old enough.”

“And when would that be?” Piera questioned as she finally came to join me on the couch. Her head nestled onto my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. “How old would she need to be?”

“Hmmm… around six.”

…

“Hmmm… around six.”

“Am or pm?” Leif inquired with a head tilt.

“Pm. My top surgery appointment is in the afternoon, after work,” I explained with an eager grin.

I wrote the date down on the neat little calendar I was proud of maintaining, highlighting it by looping my marker around it twice.

Leif watched me with a fond look. “It must be exciting after you’ve been on the waitlist for years.”

“Yeah! I’m glad it’s finally happening. I only hope it goes well as T therapy did.” My expression softened as I turned to face her. “…Do you think you could be there with me?”

“Of course.”

…

“Of course.”

Piera sounded so certain, but doubts flooded my head faster than my heart was beating. “Are you sure…?” I murmured as I looked down at the river water beneath the log.

“Yes, of course, I’m sure. I’ll be fine!” She insisted and climbed onto the log.

I nervously glanced around, partly hoping we’d get caught for this before things get out of hand. I wished Leif would stop this, but I knew she couldn’t. And even if she could, she was too entertained to get involved anyways.

“What if we get in trouble? What if we get grounded?” I whined.

“We’d only get grounded if our parents find out,” Piera scoffed as she slowly rose from her crouched position, hands still on the log. “And you’re not gonna tell on me, right?”

We both knew I wouldn’t. But that only meant I had no reason to talk her out of this dangerous feat. I managed to mutter the words “Just be careful, please,” but I don’t think she heard my quiet voice.

I was so certain something bad would happen when Piera removed her hands from the log and stood straight on it. But, instead, when she slowly rose to stand up straight, it felt like the world stood still. Tall, regal, her hair catching a light breeze. If only for a moment, it looked like not even an earthquake could shake her.

Piera was… stunning. And I felt my cheeks grow warm.

This was an unfamiliar feeling to me.

…

This was an unfamiliar feeling to me.

Everyone was three or four times taller than me, and all I had with me was my favourite blanket, and my Penny Farthing backpack packed with a grilled cheese sandwich. It may sound like I had everything I could ever need, but I was missing one thing. My parents.

“I can help you find them,” A voice suddenly spoke up.

And there she was. She had short, golden hair, and a really cool blue dress. No one else could see her except me, but she felt so real to me.

“Who are you?” I inquired, my eyes lighting up with wonder.

“I don’t have a name yet,” She shrugged lightly. “Do you have any ideas?”

I let out a thoughtful “hmmm” and tapped my chin, bouncing slightly in place. “How about… this?” I wrote down the name in the dirt using a stick.

“That says… Leif?” She questioned.

“Yeah, I love leaves! Every leaf is nice.”

“Aw, thank you. You’re nice too.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Leif smiled sweetly, “Nice people get nice things. I think you’re gonna have a good life.”

“Will you stay for it? All of it?”

The two fell hard on the dry grass, breathe knocked out of them.

“Did we……did we make it?” Charlotte panted

“I…..i think so….” Casper gazed at the night sky, lined with an array of stars. All the running made every inch of him sore.

“And……the witch died?”

“Maybe?” He wheezed, “I mean….there was a….whole tower crumbling down at her….”

“Huh?”

Casper remained where he was. On the ground.

Silence….

The only thing he could hear was his own rushed adrenaline now slowly subsiding . His heart hammered painfully against his sternum.

“Honestly..” Charlotte said after a while, “I can’t believe we escaped….”

“Honestly…..” Casper sat up, “I’m still waiting for an apology”

“for what?”

Cold wind rushed through the dead trees.

“Oh, I don’t know? Maybe the whole ‘C’mon! It’s not dangerous, we’ll be fine’ thing!”

“So is it my fault that the witch burned a literal HOLE in the wall?” She snapped, “Cuz that’s what caused the cracks.”

“She was trying to kill us!”

“I had it under control until you popped in!”

“You were TRAPPED inside a jar.”

“If you weren’t so busy admiring her house, maybe I wouldn’t be trapped in a jar!” Charlotte instantly sat upright, her exhaustion vanishing.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Casper raised his hands, “Whose idea was it to march right up to a witch’s house again?”

“We were lost!” Charlotte defended herself, “and-and I didn’t expect her to be evil..”

“And that’s exactly why I was warning you not to go there”

“Next time, make sure YOU don’t forget the way.” Charlotte got up to her feet. “That’s it. I’m finding my own way out of these woods….”

“Good luck with the wolves!” Casper called out.

“I’ll be better off without your navigation skills!”

She shot him one last look before heading into the unknown.

Kinda the prompt kinda not Read it backwards Foreard kinda makes sense but kinda does’nt

“Im coming mom” I take the step The river is far below me She was my constant and now… I can’t live without her I stand on the edge of a parapit It should have been someone else She was the kindest most loving person I knew Its not fair. I watch her slowly die, the only person who was there for me I know in my bones shes not going to make it Her skin is pale and sickly She is laying on the couch in her pink faded sweatpants She’s coughing like crazy “I’m coming Mom” I say running to make sure shes all right