Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by King Dee
Write a story about your biggest fear as a child
This story could be set in your childhood, or it could revolve around the fear in another setting.
Writings
The Unsilenced; Lost In Sound
Should I shut up?
Am I being too out of touch?
If I am at home, why is everything screaming so much?
My head is hurting, it makes me want to cry
I want to run, but I can hardly fly
And I can't analyze what is my problem
Can't really find the point where it all starts,
I just go by, blocking up my hearing
And stopping my own mind from shutting up
They scream at me: the walls, the floor, the ceil...
Lions
Every child at some time fears the darkness of their room. I feared the things that came while asleep. Night after night, dying, my mind creating pain where none existed. Wake up sobbing, gasping, wipe the tears do it all again. Vivid nightmares, strange for a seemingly sheltered child. A crushing fear of abandonment that one floating would give. Many adults to care an love but not one to call Mom...
Dreams
When I was younger, I didn’t have nightmares. Having ‘nightmares’ implies that there were dreams that were good. No, when I was younger I was plagued with dreams; Bad dreams, scary dreams, dreams that I would wake up crying to, call them what you want. But it was every night, so they were just dreams. For them to be bad dreams, there would have to be good ones to compare with. I can’t remember eve...
Zombies The Disney Movie
Once upon a time there was a little me.
Now little me had already watched Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter.
My twin decided to watch the Zombies movie that came out so I joined.
Right in the middle of the movie when the zombie guy goes zombie on the football field I cried.
And cried. And cried.
Then I had nightmares for two straight days.
I vowed never to watch that movie again.
Well I di...
The Plight Of The Anxious Child
You can’t joke with an anxious child
They’re prone to take everything seriously
To the person who told me when I was only eight
That if a plane crashed into our classroom
It would kill us all instantly
Do you know that my chest still tightens
Anytime I hear the low whir
Of an airplane passing over?
I know my mother meant no harm
When I crawled into the empty supermarket shelf
She urged me ...
The Uncertain Wait
My Uncle Pete, as expected, drove into our tree-lined farmyard. I felt myself sag as the tires drove puffs of dust into the air. Dad walked rapidly from the house, getting into the back of the blue 1949 Ford coupe just as it rumbled to a halt. Uncle Pete immediately pumped on the gas pedal, leaving a cloud of dirt in his wake. I knew they would pick up Uncle Ed, who lived just down the road. They ...
Creepy Thing
“DAD!”
“What now?”
“THERES A SPIDER”
“Again?”
“IM GONNA DIE!”
“Really?”
“HURRY IP AND KILL THE GODDAMN THING”
“Language”
“ILL BE WORRYING ABOUT MY LANGUAGE AFTER I ESCAPE THIS NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE”
“Alright, alright. I’ve got it”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, do you want to see it?”
“NO GET THAT CREEPY THING AWAY FROM MEEEEE”...
Hello?
“Mom? Mom? Are you even paying attention to me? Mom? Are you there? I’m standing behind a wall and I can’t see or hear you. Can you tell me you’re here?” I said, standing behind my moms door to her office. It cracks open.
“Come in.” She says, her authority booming over me. I step in, only to be greeted by a dare. She looks mad, and I don’t know why. “Yes?” She asks, looking at her phone.
“Uh I” I ...