Writing Prompt

You would think, by now, that I would know whats coming and how to deal with it when it happens. But it doesn’t matter how many reminders I set myself, how many alerts that go off counting down the week before I know it’ll happen, somehow I still don’t expect it.

It happens, to everyone on a different day and yet always at the same time. Exactly six months after your birthday, slap bang in the mi...

“What do you mean, you’ve got all your senses?” Adam asked, frowning at me over his walnut cake and coffee.

I picked a walnut off his cake and chewed on it as I looked around the beer garden. The pub was more raucous than usual, everyone excited to share what they were ‘lacking’ this year. People around me laughed as they struggled to find their pints in front of them, using their hands to ‘feel’...

It was one of those mornings when I didn’t want to get out of bed. Buried under a pile of blankets, I reached behind the headboard and pushed open the window. Cool Autumn air drifted into the bedroom onto my face. The light patter of raindrops fell upon the fallen leaves in my yard. The sound was hypnotic. I wanted nothing more than to remain enveloped in the blanketed fortress of warmth.

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Well it’s that time of year again. The one day we all dread. The one we wish we can escape but ultimately can’t.

Tonight I’m going to bed with all five of my senses. Tomorrow brings a new day with only four. Which four you ask? Well that’s up to them to choose. I hate having to live under their rule.

We’re only here for their experiments and their research. They don’t care about sav...

I woke up and it felt like…I was floating.

Out of blurry eyes I could see that I was in bed. My once warm blankets wrapped around me. But I felt detached.

What is going on?

I move my arm, relieved they could still move. And I pull up the blanket to my nose. The smell of cotton fills my nose.

I pull the blanket back down and look around the room. Remembering the day.

“Touch?” I ask myself. “I t...

Ten more minutes. Ten minutes and all hell breaks loose.

My phone pings and I’m scared to look, it’ll just be another “good luck” message from another scared friend ready to lose… something for 24 hours.

If you’re lucky it’s smell. Nobody knocks losing their sense of smell for a day.

The clock ticks down and I’m hyper aware of the senses I cherish most. I’ve lost hearing the most and I hope ...

I wake up to the sounds of birds Chirping in the glow of morning this begins to shock me as dread begin wash over me as I realize what day it is.

Eyes check and begin to smell check

I then take a piece of chocolate from my nightstand and eat it and though I can taste the chocolate I can’t feel it from my hand to my mouth.

I begin to check by slapping my forehead than over and over again after...

"In the movie, The Purge, a person with some sense survives by locking themselves in the house and not leaving until morning. So why the heck does someone always...I mean always...get caught on the street far from the safety of their home on purge night. It makes no sense."

Geneva was raging. Raging and not raging were her two states. She was either raging mad about something or simply did not ca...

I hate the dark. It scares me. A difficult thing to admit.

It shouldn’t. I am an adult, after all. Only children should be afraid. Only children should have nightlights. Only children should fear what could be lurking in the shadows.

Sometimes I wish I could just overcome it. I contemplate what would happen if I turned off all the lights at night when I went to bed. The thought itself makes my...

Zeke couldn’t stand the day. It was the worst every time. “At least it’s only one day,” his mom always said, but still she complained when she lost her sight, her hearing … whatever might happen. She just couldn’t let him complain no matter what the cause.

Midnight struck and he lay awake. Thankfully, his sight didn’t go. His alarm clock ticked in the corner so it wasn’t his ears either. He got ...