Writing Prompt

those _things_ are always loudest when i’m on the brink of sleep. i hear them through the grate of the window, the cold iron criss-cross pattern vibrating as they screech and scratch. one of them sticks a long and thorny finger through the inch-wide hole.

how many times before they learn? the creature tries to pull its finger back, too late. the hooked thorns, easy to stick in but impossible to ...

That’s how life has been since this started. All James wanted was to be allowed to have his schedule, but here his flat mates are, with their friends, drunk and annoying the hell outa him.

“Shut the hell up will you?” He yells. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”

The three of them look up from their DND session.

The blonde - Siobahn he reminds himself - looks up and signs to him. ‘What?’. James s...

The dogs are so loud at night. They’re better off in cages or better yet at the pound since they can’t behave. Another sleepless night where I have to get up and try to discipline them....

He climbs out of bed, doesn’t bother to change, walks downstairs to kick ALL of their asses, and then returns to bed, doing so without a single word. That’s not saying much - he isn’t the most talkative of people on the best of days, and he certainly wouldn’t count this day as anywhere near that.

He valued his sleep above all else yet these idiots were celebrating a win in their latest game for ...

“He climbs out of bed, doesn’t bother to change, walks downstairs to kick all of their tails and then, returns to me.” I said as I closed down my white bilnders and turn to my friend, Sara. Sara has been my neighbour for more than a year now and we are pretty good friends. She was not having it when I constantly bother her with the same thing about my window neighbor who just happen to live one ro...

Reeking of sweat socks and old egg salad, the Graylin Community College Gymnasium was stuffy. Twenty-odd conference tables waited patiently on the scarred hardwood. At the tables, the players were much less patient.

Fingers were rapping. Toes were tapping. Wanda called her client over and over again. All eyes were on the big official clock hanging over the basketball hoop. There were only fiftee...

“Honey!” He feels his wife shaking him awake. “Honey. Those kids are so loud.”

Joe looks at his clock. He thinks to himself, “One in the morning! What are those kids doing?” He folds back the covers and swings his feet over the edge of the bed. He rests for a moment, then stands. He walks toward the door, then realizes that he just has his skivvies on. He walks to the closet and grabs hi...

When he storms off upstairs the room erupts into angry whispers.

“Who woke him up?” Hisses the shapeshifter.

A snarl. “It was you, you fool!” The werewolf growled. “I was taking a wiz.”

The shapeshifter sighed. “Dude, you need to stop peeing on the trees, it’s killing them.”

He gestured out the window, to where a rather sad looking tree drooped, devoid of leaves. “It wasn’t me either. I was sl...

He climbs out of bed, doesn’t bother to change, walks downstairs to kick ALL of

Their tails, and then returns to bed .

Sleepwalking was his favorite pastime, during the day and part of the night

Seeing the others and their ways of the world, dealing with life’s fright

Noise and commotion was heard by him, and he raced down the steps

The living room parlor was filled with dogs, cats and others ...

Being keeper of the dragons and head of the town’s heating company is not for the weak.

I wake at exactly midnight, when the night is at its coldest, and slip on my slippers.

I walk downstairs and through the stable doors to where the dragons snooze. I used to hate waking them up, but they really don’t mind me.

They love me.

Carefully, I kick each of the dragon’s tails, signaling they must fly...