Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Sans @ DeviantArt
Write a thriller or horror story based on this image.
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As the princess escaped the tower she has been forced to stay in, she found herself in a yellow grass field, the dark engulfed her, nothing can be seen as she were in a void. The only light source she has was a little lantern glowing fragile lights that seems to could extinguish at any time. Her ornate dress drag through the grasses, making the once pure dress to be defiled. Despite all these, she...
I can’t let him kill me.
The lantern lights my path as the darkness closes in on me.
My dress betrays me as I trip on the fabric. My lantern is thrown in the air. I can’t let it’s light stop glowing. The lantern’s fire puffs out. My vision darkens. I’m alone with this monster. The cicadas drown my eardrums. My eyelids are pushed down against my will.
I wake up in darkness. I can m...
Running with my hair blowing in my face and my slippers in the slick mud, I could feel a hot breath chasing after me.
My lateen shook, the fire blinking on the edge of extinguishing.
_The king requires your blood, Mythical Girl._
The beast’s deep words shook my core as I focused on running from his clawed hands.
With a silent whoosh, my lantern blew out and only my weak human eyes could guid...
The sleek shadow raced after her, singing haunting tunes with the wind’s help.
The fire in the lateen fluttered, as if it was near death of burning out.
Mud soaked the bottom of Stela’s white nightgown.
She had to get away.
_“Come sweet Stela, come sweet home;_
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_We await your return _
_To the empty bone throne…”_
The shadows whispered sweet words, attempting to steer Stela away from escapi...
My body knows no bounds, no limits. I no longer feel exhaustion or fatigue; I sprint relentlessly through the tresses of trees.
Each crunch of my steps is now a drum in my ears.
I twist and turn as my legs carry me rapidly throughout the forest. They must know where I am. They are everywhere. Watching. Waiting.
I haven't just crossed a line tonight.
I have devoured it.
That poor girl. How cou...
She ran with just a lantern to light the way.
She hadn’t seen him for more than a day.
She ran
Away from this monster and the daily raping
Away from the daily abuse she was escaping.
She ran
The night was dark as black obsidian
She searched and dreamt of a magic meridian
She ran
Toward a free life as before she was wed
Her father arranged this so his family would be fed
She ran
Was he waitin...
𝘙𝘶𝘯.
Run but you can’t hide.
Like God in the garden.
Creeper at my side.
Heart’s gonna harden.
Muddy, no question.
Fucking for the clout.
Not making no suggestion.
You know what I’m about.
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘶𝘯.
Claws out and baby I chase.
Vampire, I got a nasty bite.
Got a bad case of “replace”.
Go demon on you, midnight.
Hold up, no bullshit baby.
Running like Kenny Moore.
Now ain’t it just crazy?...
I saw the room where they do it
Where they lop off a piece of your brain
Sew you back up like nothing has happened
Then dress you again in your Sunday best
“What an obedient Christian housewife!”
The older women lay down their knitting to clap
You smile, but your eyes show no feeling
Every thought you have a product
Of your husbands puppeteering
I saw the forms filled out for me
The girl is clea...
I have to run.
I have no choice.
I don’t know where I’m going, or where I’ll end up, but as long as I’m as far away from this town as I can be, it’ll be fine.
“Clarice, please come back!” My friend Katherine called to me, chasing me through the trees as if this is just an innocent game of tag. “You don’t have to run! You can trust me!”
I clutch the lantern tighter in my hands, pulling up my h...
I run forward, one hand clutching a lantern, the other hand full of my dress, the autumn grass crunching beneath my bare feet, my hair whipping across my face, my eyes wider than ever. I had been cooking dinner, my husband was coming home today, I’d heard a noise outside and thought maybe it was him. Instead of the image of my husband returned from war, I was met with a beast. The beast is a night...