Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by Bix
Write a story where the narrator is stalking the characters.
Consider how this might affect the narrator's behavior and the relationship between them and the characters.
Writings
Fungi and Foes
_(Read the companion story this was based on- Mushrooms and Murder!)_
It started with my fish
She was fine one day
Then you walked by my house
While I was away
My baby is gone
And it’s you who’s to blame
When you walked past
She passed away
Then you sent a robber
To finish off the job
I know it was you because
I caught him stealing my dog
Next I followed you home
To get my baby back
But the o...
Wednesday At 2:00
Shane MacQuillen was not supposed to be here.
He usually volunteered from 4 to 6 p.m., on Tuesdays and Thursdays respectively. Though, it was closer to 4:15 to 6:15, on account of the fact that he was always, and I mean _always_, tardy. Even so, most of the staff looked forward to working with him as far as I could tell. They seemed to like how he could simultaneously be quiet and obedient, me...
I Should Know.
She rather likes to paint. Its her activity
she uses to wind down.
Her name? She’s Lucia Gray, born
February 12, 2005. Just about to finish
high school. Retook her driving test
yesterday.
Lucia Gray moves slowly this morning.
I know, because she’s usually a
buoyant person behind the curtains.
She’d be looking at her rows of 17 s
schedules right about now.
It’s her interview today. I should k...
Obsessed
Through the mirrors.
Through the windows.
Through all the doors.
And holes in the walls,
I see you.
Walking into the kitchen.
Walking into the living-room.
The bedroom and to your car,
You’re so pretty for mine and me.
I’ll peek and I’ll watch-
Saving these feeling just for you.
Sometimes you look around.
But you don’t see me there.
That’s my favorite part.
When you yawn and stretch.
Pulling b...
Revenge
Their arms were intertwined, like a network of flesh roots. They were a couple metres ahead of were I paced; I walked slow in attempt to not reveal myself. It was strange to watch these people from so far away, when I knew a time I was be part of their forest too. The man and women giggled and swayed as they stepped, as if they were drunk on affection, and undoubtably priceless wine. How I envied ...
Man’s Best Friend
I see dem. The fud givers. My best frens. They think I sleep on couch but I watches them. All time. If they get away they might get lost. Or I might get lost. And end up in that place with bars. Where peeple were not nice.
They so gud to me. We have so much fun with the stick outside. I luvs to run. They talk nice to me. Give me the tasty crunchies.
Today I think they planning something. They ...
Watching
I watched when you were born. In fact, I watched when your parents were born. And your grandparents. And everyone else in the world. But YOU stood out.
Remember your first day in kindergarten? Well, you didn’t know I was watching, but I was. I felt like a proud parent as I watched you recite the abc’s perfectly! I believe…that is what love feels like. But it can’t be. I’m not programmed to feel.
...
What She Doesn’t See!
She’s speaking to her fellow friends about the note I put into her locker. She looks really afraid as if her beautiful brown eyes widen into horror. Why she is so scared? How I wish I could hug her into my big strong arms. Her friends are telling her to take the note and go to the police.
Her friends are becoming annoying like why did she have to tell them? Ugh, there’s a reason why I hate he...
The Grudge
Milagros crouches low in her car. She can hear Miguel’s footsteps as he passes her—his heavy steps pounding the pavement followed by belabored breathing. Not far behind, she hears what sounds like dainty heels and laughter from Marissa, Miguel’s wife.
“You know I can’t finish eating all of this, baby,” Marissa says. There’s a pause.
What can’t she finish? Milagros wonders. She raises her head e...
Killer Tech
“Hunt, we, uh, have a problem?” Lin said. He stood stock still, hoping to stick into the carpet tiles and disappear.
With a look of long-suffering patience, Hunter Payne studied his Head of Transformative Programing. Messy hair, dark under-eye bags, noticeable pit stains, the department head reminded Hunter of a rain-soaked rat. The CEO flexed his sleek muscles under his whisper soft turtleneck an...