Writing Prompt

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...

As a detective, it was Molly’s duty to investigate the cases she was given, but now, as her cold fingers grip the lantern, her shoes digging into the wet grass of the cavern, she was beginning to regret accepting this case in the first place.

But it was so intriguing, so intensely gruesome she just had to find out more. A group of young girls, barely eighteen, had gone exploring in this very cave...

I’m running as fast as I can.

The wind is strong, making it hard to run straight. I feel myself flowing through the forest as I repeatedly turn around to see if it’s still following me.

I hear it’s loud stomps. I hear it’s heavy breathing. I hear it growl and mumble and squeal.

I grab my nightgown and run with everything I have left in me. My legs ache and my throat is sore. My lungs feel li...

It's freezing out. But not as cold as the death that awaits me.

I bolt as fast as I can. Thoughts scatter in my head as I desperately try to focus. Oh, Gods...There was blood everywhere. And that man with the knife, there was a wicked, inhuman feel about him. I cannot concentrate. Cold air burns my lungs. My heart races faster than my feet despite the exhaustion wearing on me. I bite the inside ...