Writing Prompt

It started quitely enough, moving shadows, a echo of a step. Then it came on louder, sharper, the drag of something heavy across the rocky ground. You quicken your step, it becomes louder still, your panic rises. Faster. Harder. Until you finally trip over your own feet and realize the scrap of claws you’ve been hearing are your own....

Against the stone wall of the cave, a scraping talon sounds.

The cold, the dark, and the constant drip of water all around.

Flee! Your mind cries.

Stay! Your heart sighs.

For here and only here, dragon eggs abound....

Plagued by demons and demented thoughts

Suffered pain only she knows

The battle becoming too hard

Being in the dark for too long

Entertaining dark thoughts of herself

The person called shadow queen

The true cause of the suffering

Battling yourself is hard and draining

But some things we can’t fight on our own

I can give you my shoulder to cry on I can write empathic stories and texts I ca...

As Jake entered the cave there were no noises. It was dark except a light that shone through an unknown hole in the ceiling of the cave that shone a singular island in the middle of a lake. He had been walking for a little while to get up to the cave.

He wore jeans, a brown t-shirt, a flannel, and a jacket. His back-pack lay on his back, full of tools, food, water, and clothes.

He finally found ...

I go back to a cave in the Kingdom of Shadows, and I camp there in a fortress of cold stone. I am a fool returning from enlightenment just to seek shelter.

“Uri, come join us by the fire,” Blima, an old friend, invites. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“I found the source of all the world’s light, I think.” I sit down beside her, noticing her wide, skeptical glance.

“We make the light...

Against the stone of the cave wall, the screech of a talon scraping against its side sounded. Aster sucked in a panicky breath. She tried to silently scramble further into the cave.

“Where is it?”

Aster froze as another of her pursuers spat out an answer. She shouldn’t have wandered off. She knew better.

Aster backed even further into the recesses of the cave. She tried to ignore the large crac...

Granator could smell them. Could smell their distinctive scent, different from that of every other animal in the kingdom. Although the scent of fear was almost universal among prey animals, a stronger stench overpowered it with these beings. It was almost predator-like; a strong, meaty aroma that wafted through the air and assaulted your senses.

He slowly crept along the dark tunnel, breathing s...

“Do we have to go through this cave?”

Nova gives the dark opening an uneasy expression, shifting from one foot to the other. There are many elements of life that she can take on head first, but the unknown in the shadows is one of the only things she’ll admit to being scared of.

“No, but it is the quickest way,” Ward answers, something in his eyes that isn’t quite pity, a bit more harsh than t...

(Definitely branched a little off topic here, but i was mostly just experimenting anyways.)

I: an idiot

hear my voice

whispering

“loud”er than (every: silence is louder)thing else i can hear

here.

do i walk, (run, (scream, (hate, (hurt, (fight, (love)….)

°ut

of my

cozy cave

benevolent bookstore

caring coffee shop

W

H E

N

no ti...

In my cave I sit, alone and tired.

Darkness hugs me, blanketing.

Anger rises, slowly building.

The pain buried deep.

Crack the door with several locks,

Blade indents on the old wood

as I walk out, jar in hand.

Kneeling, grabbing the shovel.

I peel the flesh back, unearthing-

A deep, dark hole full of feelings I hide.

Sitting the jar in, I stand.

I’ll cover it up and pat it down.

No one will see...