Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
"Be careful out there."
Use this as the closing line to a short story.
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The moment we stopped running, I pulled out me dagger. I whipped around. I pushed Damian against a wall. “Sunshine-“ he was cut off as I pushed the dagger to his throat.
“Talk, demon.” I hissed.
“Hey, that’s hurtful. I think of myself of more of a handsome-“ I pressed the dagger closer to hit throat.
My heart was pounding as I stared into his onyx eyes. They were filled with rage and confusio...
We all huddled closer to the fire in a desperate attempt to keep warm. The Weather Channel issued a warning about this August snow storm, but I never imagined it would last this long. Tyla rubbed her shoulders with gloved hands, and her little brother, Derek, was rubbing his hands together. My fiance, Jason, sat with his legs and arms around me. His 6 foot frame dwarfed my 5 foot frame, and he pla...
Unbuttoning the opening to my side bags on my mare, feeling a presence walk up behind me. Turning to see my father, a slight smile on his face, as he reaches out and give me a quiver full of arrows. Smiling back at him, noticing the deep redness of his eyes and sunken black bags underneath them.
It’s been one week since mother was killed. Not killed but slaughtered, humiliated, and not even her b...
“My name is Constantina, but you can call me—“
“THAT’S a mouthful!”
“—Tina.”
Constantina frowned at the awe-struck knight leading her to the stables.
Zayn laughed. “Tina…hm I don’t really like that.” He furrowed his brows, lost in thought. “How about Conny? Oh yes, I like—“
“THAT’S horrible!” Constantina shouted, hitting Zayn on the shoulder.
Zayn chuckles as Constantina looks down and blushe...
There’s a message here find it
In a world of masked evil
It’s easy to fall victim to it
After all it’s hard to be prepared for something’s that’s hidden
Even villains fell victim to evil
Without evil villains wouldn’t exists
And I suppose that would mean victims wouldn’t be a thing either
You know the funny thing is
Even if I wanted to be a hero
In this world I’d most likely get killed...
My family of eight stands on the porch of our small home. They look like a family; my mother and father holding the two youngest siblings in their arms, My older brothers hovering over my sister, my little brother holding her hand. They looked perfect, except I wasn’t with them.
I bit my lip nervously, glancing down at my worn out backpack and duffel bag slung over my left shoulder. I don’t know ...
The sun was setting behind the jagged peaks of the distant mountains, casting long shadows over the small, dilapidated town that clung to the edge of the wilderness. The streets were empty, save for the occasional stray cat slinking through the alleys, and the air was thick with the scent of rain yet to fall.
Nadia stood at the crossroads, her hand gripping the worn leather strap of her satchel. ...
(Shoutout to Lysalei! This is draft #27. I literally had nothing but one letter on this draft 😂.)
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Raven waits.
And waits.
And waits even more.
Sitting at the magical barrier gets a bit boring when no one shows up. There isn’t much to do on this side of the boundary. Sprion is very much a wasteland. Nothing like the Lillia side.
It gets so bad that she begins to count the number of bee...
Freak bob,
Freak bob ,
What would you do?
I asked him
From my side of this modern day communication called “calling”
Always got my back
Always got stacks
And racks to hang up my freshly pressed suit
He picked up.
He’s a real one
Not one to steal from
Cause our friendship is precious
Always has freshness
It’ll never go stale
Because we listen
And recognize each others visions
Because I’m going to...
A chance meeting
Again
The abrupt pass of each other in the crowd
I know that face so well
I think I could draw it from memory
You look at me with a pause
Probably just shock
As if you’ve been punched in the gut
Or maybe that’s just how it feels for me
With a tiny spark in your eyes
As if to say
There you are
The plesantries are made
The how are you’s
The casual I’m good’s
Then silen...
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