Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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You take a breath, steady your nerves, and head for the door at the end of the corridor.
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1997
He was told to leave the hospital room after he passed out seeing the crowning. So he left, with Hesperia’s permission and encouraginement. The sight still made him feel sick—and that was coming from someone who had seen too much bloodshed in his dad’s organization.
He kept pacing along the floor, panicked, anxious thoughts running through his head. He was going to be a dad. He was hardl...
Like every weekday, Monday through Friday, I was on my way to my office in the Dune Rock condominium, the high-rise building I manage. As usual, I grabbed a strong cup of coffee to kick-start my day and met with my maintenance team to go over the day’s tasks. My wife, as always, was working in the office building next door in the accounting department. It felt like just another ordinary day.
“Hey...
Hailey Bell once believed anything was possible as long as you had an idea, some hope, a means to do it, and maybe just a little bit of some of the suspernatural. Here and there, that thought popped into her head. She waved it off, though, like it was never a phrase in the first place. Her mother used it frequently. After she died, however, Hailey decided to hide away from all things of her. It wa...
Astor took a deep breath, begged her nerves to settle, and began walking towards the door at the end of the corridor.
Keeping her eyes aimed straight in front of her, the gray, authoritative door kept getting bigger, more intimidating, along with the voice in her head calling her a piece of shit....
My name is Anna and I’ve had a pretty harsh life, abused by my family, had a lot of my friends die. You know the usual jazz and all that. But everything changed when I got my power, in the middle of a fight with 7 guys that wanted to take revenge on me. I activated my power and killed them all in a flash. Oh silly me I forgot to tell you what my power is. My power is water control and mine is more...
The sharp crack of gunfire and distant screams reverberated through the empty halls, sent a chill down my spine. I ignore it and continued to press deeper into the corridor, moving toward the elevator. The horrifying sounds slowly subsided as I walked further down the hall. I casted one last wary glance back at the door I had just passed through hoping I wasn’t followed. Thankfully relieved to...
The heaviest weight is having only a short span of time to evaluate all your actions on your way to upper management when your name has been called. Automatically thinking of all the things you could’ve done wrong, seldomly do you think about the things you did right and are being commended for.
Corporate America can be the realm of opportunity but it takes just one misfired conversation to pac...
As I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as I headed towards the door at the end of the long corridor. Today was my first day of secondary school, and I couldn't believe how quickly the summer had gone by. The sun was shining through the windows, casting bright rays of light onto the cold, tiled floor. I could hear the chatter and laughter of my new c...
As the elevator opens, I watch the smartly dressed passengers walk past me. I get on and push the eleventh floor. I really want to take a deep breath, but I’m not sure about how my breath smells, and I don’t have mints. Great, now I’m sweating. The elevator stops at four, five, seven, nine, then eleven. Stepping out, I try to find the directory in the floor lobby. There it is: Jenkins and Associat...