Writing Prompt

Hey there, I know you're feeling a lot right now, and I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. But I want you to know that I'm here to listen and understand. You see, everyone has their struggles, and sometimes it feels like no one gets it. Maybe this moment is meant to be a turning point for both of us.

Life, with all its pain, also comes with hope. I believe in second chan...

“Give me a good reason not to kill you right here, right now.” The masked man said to me, holding a knife to my throat. “Wh ha fisnfksdksofekdkfns” i tried to say around the gag in my mouth. I maneuvered my hands trying to free them discreetly as I have many times before. he pulled the rag down, off my face, “Hurry up. You have five minutes.” He barked at me harshly. “Well…” I started to say, but ...

“So, how did it finally come to this? Us locked together in a desolate dingy room, with you swinging a butcher knife in one hand, and a bottle of Jack in the other? Huh?  Tell me, Weston, I wish to know.” I said, pretending to be undaunted by the smug twinkle in his dark, unfeeling eye.

“Ah ah ah, we both know, you brought this calamity upon yourself, Lace.  It was inevitable that we should end...

“I-I’m telling you sir, there is absolutely no reason for you to have taken me here and are-“ I pause as a dark smile cracks across his face.

His voice is deep and gravely. “Are what?” He questions, taking a step forward.

I back away and slam my back into a wall. My heart thumps in my throat and I let out a small whimper. “And.. try and kill me.” I say, not meeting his eyes.

Another step forward...

*The psychopath is staring into my eyes.*

*The psychopath is filled with hurt and despair from dealing with pain in the real world.*

*He’s looking at me like a shark that has found his prey in the ocean.*

*It feels like I’m looking throughout the flashes in my life.*

*As I'm thinking of ways to get out of this trapped box.*

*The only thing I can think of is to preserve my life by speaking but, I h...

I stare at the man in front of me, his eyes boring into mine and I don’t know what to do. His hair is as dark as the night sky and his eyes are as mysterious as a gloomy forest. His gun was…it can easily take me out with one blow.

I nearly choke on my own saliva because I don’t swallow….

“Listen very closely…you’ve seen my face and you know I have a weapon. So, I’ll kill you because I know you’l...

Dr. Erin Grimes was a professor at the University of Conneticut. The Scarlet Virus has spread to southern US from Mexico. Subejct 1 has been placed inside Facility Two.

Subject info:

Name: Harper Smith

Gender: F

Age: 19

Infection?: Stage 1

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Grimes walked into the testing chamber, where Harper Smith, a captured victim from Alabama, lay.

Harper was a college studen...

I grunted as the officer shoved me down to my knees. I could feel how cold the tile was through the denim of my jeans. I couldn’t imagine sleeping on it, despite all the places I’ve been to. I shivered, imagining my blood being frozen solid by morning.

“Be good.” The darkly-uniformed officer hissed in my ear. He didn’t even have to say a threat, I knew what would become of me if I tried anythi...

“Alyssa, don’t do it!” Jake pleaded.

As Jake stared at the ticking bomb, he tried wiggling and squirming tirelessly to break free from the ropes. But the uncomfortably tight ropes, bounding him tightly to the table like a python strangling its prey to death, refused to budge. He couldn’t even feel his legs or his feet, and his mind told him right away, _There’s no getting out of this one_.

“Th...

Five minutes to convince him. Five minutes to save my life. Was I ready? That didn’t matter now because ready or not here I go.

I looked the psychopath in his eyes. I’ve always been able to see the good in everybody— and that includes him. In his eyes I saw hate, anger, but I also saw fear and hurt. I took a deep breath. “Why?” I mumbled, “why do you hurt those around you, those who have done no...