Writing Prompt

Meilan eyes shoot open and she jolts awake.

Her heartrate is racing and her breath is close to hyperventilating.

Glancing around, she sees her room. In front of her is her computer with Ebbie’s characteristics.

She was _asleep_?

It felt so real.

She’s had nightmares before, but this didn’t feel like any of those.

Nightmares are disorienting and hazy but permeate fear. She wakes from those...

The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach; the realization that yesterday was real. She had done what she needed to, at least, that's what she told herself in attempt to consolate her conscience.

Slowly and methodically, she made her way to the bathroom sink and turned on the faucet, letting it run until steam fogged up the mirror. With hesitation and closed eyes, Cass plung...

My eyes feel heavy, but I fight the sleepiness and urge them open.

Warm lights greet my eyes as I glance around my surroundings.

I am in a small bed, loaded with warm fur blankets.

Elegant furniture and plush rugs spot the small room.

Paintings of flowers and castles hang on the crimson red wallpaper walls.

I rise up, but pause.

The nausea creeps up my throat from the pit of my stomach; real...

when the world is draped in a shroud of bleary confusion, there surged from the very depths of her soul a _nauseous_ wave of truth. the kind of truth that gurgles and churns from the pit of one’s stomach, clawing its way up the throat like a vile serpent intent on revealing its sinister secret. yesterday’s horror, with its crimson stains and the echoes of a scream lost in the abyss, was no dream. ...

The nausea crept up her throat

From the pit of her stomach;

The realisation that yesterday was real.

And the nausea went to sickness

When the walls began to peel,

Like those ailing, painted boats.

Up came yesterday and last year with it

A mess of promises,

Or maybe hopes glued together.

There was peace in burning

Letting go of her tether,

Emptying the first-aid kit.

And there she lay

Counting...

Bell felt nausea creep up her throat from the pit of her stomach.

She couldn’t let herself back out, especially because this involved more than just her. It deals with Cross too.

Ugh. It’s been so long, she worries that their friends will be upset with how long they knew and didn’t tell. Being soulmates and discovering powers was not easy for them to process, and not saying anything became nor...

“Hey, why did you murder that chick”

The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach as she realized. Yesterday was real.

“I accidentally sat on it” tears falling heavily.

“Woah, calm down” he gave her a hug. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It was just an accident.”

She sobbed

“It was just a little chicken baby, it deserved to have a life!” I cried out

“Geez, you get all emotional about ...

The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach, the realization that yesterday was real. Her mother didn’t want her, she chose money over her own child.

It had been four months since the little girl had come out to a teacher that her step dad was being abusive.

Four long months that she would go through hell with her mother, the therapy, group meetings, meetings with lawyers, she w...

The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach; the realisation that yesterday was real. She had just had what a sorcerer in another world called a live dream.

Ade and Rowena The Goth, fell under this bus. They left Marsh Bank House traumatised. True, Rowena did not fall foul of Stringers prediction, a large part of that was a selfless course of action by Conrad, but death did fall up...

The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach; the realisation that yesterday was real. She replayed the events over and over again in her head, anguish and hurt dancing inside her.

"It's over." He had said, and walked out like the last 3 and a half years never existed.

Like she never mattered to him.

She had stood at the door, clutching the frame, thinking that he would turn back...