Writing Prompt
WRITING OBSTACLE
Describe a character that has no face.
Try to think outside the box about who this character is, and what having no face means for the way you describe them.
Writings
The Observer
In a peculiar realm in what seemed to be a sort of eternal limbo, far off from any layer of reality you and I could comprehend, existed an equally peculiar entity. This mysterious being could peer into countless universes, an infinite amount of possibilities of what lay beyond the confines of nothingness.
It was confined to its own timeless existence. The Observer was unable to experience all tha...
The Lie Hurts
It all started in grade 3 when all the other children were playing hopscotch. Genevieve was left out and felt an anger build inside. She would not allow the other children to have fun without her, so with a quick shove of little Maggie the fun all ended.
Miss Lemon appeared and questioned each child to find out how little Maggie scraped her face. Genevieve swore she had nothing to do with it and ...
Blank Canvass
Most people are afraid of my neighbor but not me, he is my friend. Actually I’m not sure if people are afraid of him exactly but rather they just pretty much ignore him. He and I hang out on his porch most evenings and as neighbors stroll by they wave and call to me, "Hi Kevin, how was school today?" or "how's your mom doing?” Then they stroll on down the block without a kind word or even a look ...
The Faceless Character
In the depths of imagination, there exists a character shrouded in mystery and intrigue, a being that defies conventional perception—a character without a face. This enigmatic figure navigates the world with an ethereal presence, captivating those who encounter them.
Cloaked in a flowing robe, their form seems to blend seamlessly into the surroundings, as if they are an extension of the very fabr...
Blank Canvas
His face was like a blank canvas. It had no emotion to it. He did not smile and he did not frown. His face was always stuck in the same dead expression. People used to try and make him smile, laugh sometimes even cry but nothing worked. Nothing. He was pale and dark haired almost like a vampire. He scared people sometimes without meaning to. His face was just so blank and his under eyes so dark th...
Dreams Striped Black and Golden
Skira wakes dreaming of bees.
Bees and blood, bees and cages, bees and honey, suffocating her, drowning her. The same woman, every time, facing away from her. Skira does not know her, does not know her name, but she knows she must get to her, she must. She touches the woman’s shoulder, and she turns. Her face is a cage, the bars adorned with strings of gore and honey and the last surviving th...
The Banshee
Siofra could hear it drifting an the mist. A low keening that came and went with the clouds scuttering across the moon. She looked across the fields but they were empty. Only tall grasses swaying with the wind in the moonlight. And still the sound came, lifting and swelling in volume before it collapsed and evporated. When she was uncertain where it was coming from it was at its loudest. About the...
Face-less
"Alright, boys, you ready to light this candle?"
"Sure thing, boss."
"Take us up, Murdoch."
"I ain't gettin' on no plane!"
Hannibal put his hand on his trusted companions bowling ball-sized shoulder. "Relax, BA. You can meet us there. See, I have the van all gassed up and--now!"
The distraction worked. Murdoch plunged the hypodermic needle into BA's arm. The massive man stumbled around a bit...