Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Ricarda Wegmann @ deviantart.com/yumenoki
Your character is heading towards this dark tower. Tell the story of what happens here...
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(Part Two)
The silence following Henry’s news was deafening. With faces full of horror, the ghosts turned to each other. “But, mother,” Seline cried, “if we leave the tower, we’ll never have the chance to become human again!”
“What do you mean?” Henry asked curiously.
Mr. Ferdinand sighed. “We weren’t always like this, you know—“
“But” Seline interrupted, “we were cursed by my sister. She even...
Every town seems to have one big ghost story or legend wrapped up in folklore and mystery. The village of Sallix was no different. Deep within the misty forest that created the village’s southern border was a crumbling, decrepit tower. This tower had long since been overrun by Mother Nature and was the only part of the Castle of Sallix that had remained intact after decades of abandonment.
The Du...
William once again found himself completely disoriented. A symptom that often came from following his two older brothers. If only he knew they would be riding deep into the Queen's forest, he probably would have skipped out on this… Well, actually, he wasn’t quite sure what this was. All he knew for sure was that he regretted begging them to let him tag along.
“Oscar, where are we going?” Willia...
Amelia approached the jagged rocks that were pointed at the sky like gargantuan spikes. They slanted away from a shallow crater in the mountain rock, as if a small meteor had blasted into the ground around which they congregated.
The air about them held a welcome warmth; Amelia had been traversing the cold forest for days with only a light coat to protect her from the wind, rain, and icy air. Sni...
Wild wind whipped my face and cold electricity stroke my veins as I moved through the misty blur ; a suffocating gloom had consumed the air.
Begrimed and ragged, the twigs cracked and decayed beneath me. Intertwined with the earths natural beauty , the twigs slithered into the waterlogged ground and encircled trunks of trees.
Solemn, verdant , resillient trees stood like mountains and asserted ...
“ Well, sit down, dearie. Would you like a cuppa tea? “
The old woman asks.
I say no, and sit down on the green velvet cushion placed on the wooden floor, in front of her. I look up and stare at the enormous clock, signalling two minutes to midnight. I look back at the old woman, who’s looking at me, as if to observe all of my facial features.
“ What a lovely face you have, darling. Now, you m...
A prequel to “It’s Your Fault!”
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“That….is the CandyHouse!” Charlotte skipped through the dead branches towards the dark tower as it emerged from the thick fog.
Tall, dark, and dry, the trees towered over them as they made their way through the Silent woods.
“Pfft! No!” Casper’s voice echoed through the woods, “There’s no way THAT is the Candy house.”
“Why not?”
“Was...
“Alrighty then, what do we have here? A dark castle by the looks of it. Let’s be idiots and walk inside a castle that looks like it’s going to fall off of its hinges”
“Of course we are, what else would we do apart from being smart and walking away which we’re obviously not going to do”
“Let us enter”
“Oh look there’s a door down the pitch black hall”
“Let us be idiots again and enter”
*opens ...
“So, just to make sure.. you aren’t about to drink my blood, or kill me?”
He looks much more average than the ominous, creaking exterior of the tower would suggest. On the short side, human features. His age is hard to tell—he could be anywhere from 20 to 50 years old.
“That’s just disgusting! I’m a vegetarian,” he says, looking hurt. “I don’t think I’ve killed anything bigger than a mosquito in...
Looming in the distance, the Black Tower beckoned me forth. Without hands, it urged me onwards; without fingers, it curled back bones to pull me forward. Ever-tall, light shone only from the highest windows, four of them. I knew what waited for me above. But below, only darkness. Cold stone erupting from a wasteland of bleak obsidian shadows. Gnarled trees and a fine pines provided the flora for t...