Writing Prompt

Her fingers tips scrunched into a claw like shape. Her nails dug into the brown bark. Body pressed against the rough cylinder surface, she began her climb. Her dress scraped along, collecting dirt, leaves and any unfortunate ant that crossed her path. Her feet followed after, securing her hold. The higher the better. The tree, she thought, was perfect to camouflage with. Her hair matched the golde...

The knight was appointed in a tall tower, he must not leave his post no matter what he sees or hears, for straight five days, he was on the lookout. The day moves incredibly fast, as if it wishes for the night to take its place, as the darkness engulfs the sky. One night, he hears something. It was to dark to see where the source was coming from. He can only guess the location. He was at his wits ...

The clock was louder than he wished. In the otherwise eerie quiet of the room, the ticking pulsed against his eardrums, quaking what little was visible under his droopy eyelids. The faded upholstery of the armchair opposite sickened him. The pea green, while a poor choice in any household, was so similar in colour to the vomit on the pavement three miles away that his stomach turned again.

Tick. ...

Mason was summoned to the principals office she had no idea how things bad this might be but shewas wrong, her idea must have back fired a since she did not see her dad anywhere he was a Navy seal in the past and always love breakfast and dessert.

When she got there no one was around so she just simply sat in one of the chairs in the office she said to herself “that’s strange I know it’s usually ...

Click, clack. Leaving Carmella’s in her wake, Dru clicked home to her fifth floor walk up on her weary heels. The night sky had begun to bleed dawn. This late in the evening turning to early morning meant the city was empty as a sarcophagus. She wished she had eaten. Dru walked more quickly. Ahmar is such a tool, she thought her steps matching her pulsating anger.

Her boss had kept her in the nig...

She always wanted to excel, at just one thing in her young life, but always failed, according to her peers.

A lot of pressure, year after year, as she built up her courage, with that always, lump in her throat, by her

Side. Sweaty palms, while beads of water, slid down her flushed young face.

Butterflies danced around her small, nervous stomach, as the thought of doing this again, frightened he...

An unforgiving fist of flames grasped tight around the four story building. Dark smoke escaped through the few shattered windows followed by fingers of orange that drummed against the walls at an uneven pace. The conflagration burned with reckless disregard, the intensity of its heat felt two blocks away. Abandoned months earlier, the well insured building served as a payday for the alibied own...

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Cress glanced around at her surroundings. Wires lay on the floor, mixing with her mass of blond hair. Panels were open and computers on, illuminating her face with an eerie blue light. Cress touched the thin but sturdy sheet of glass, leaving fingerprint smudges. The stars sparkled. She had been stuck in the damned satell...

Aaron looked around. Honey, he thought to himself. The bees would love it here!

Aaron tried to think what his purpose for going there was... then he was ambushed by a horde of them.

Of who? Figure it out. Alas, poor Aaron. He died the way he lived. Looking for honey....

The lamp was, if I remember right, bought by my mother at an antique fair a few years ago, right before she died. When lit up, the stained glass shade came to life with flowers and artistic swirls, in lovely shades of red, green, brown and black. These were but a few of the reasons that I loved that lamp.

The handle as my dad grasped it was vintage bronze that looked elegant, compared to the rest ...