Writing Prompt

He’s taunting her. With his eyes, his sneer, and the ring in his hand—a ring that he’s placed on the table to let it spin and spin like a prize wheel at a carnival. With every spin, Prudence's stance stiffens as she watches. Her hands loosen at her sides as the temptation to grab the ring and run grows but she stands still, clenching her hands and trying to recede the furious expression on her fac...

“Give it back.”

He dangled the necklace between his fingers. The purple jewel swayed slightly back and forth.

“Why? It’s not essential to your power. In fact it may only get in your way when you fight.”

She stretched her hand out to him.

“Now.”

He shrugged. “Alright.” He takes the few steps to place it in her palm, but he stops.

“Ah, wait a minute. I know why you want it so badly now. He gave i...

It would be an easy trade. She honestly laughed when she saw the note left behind by the thief. What was demanded was nothing compared to what was stolen. But then she thinks, one man’s trash is another’s treasure.

“Do you have what was requested?”

“Requested? Ha! That’s almost a kind way to put blackmail.”

“The Twizzlers, Karter.” Ace says in a board tone.

“You’re lucky I still had ...

Hi so this is a story of my dad but you will find out who he is so let’s get started

On a hot summer evening and me and my sister and two brothers were having a party and ther was a few of us there we had some drinks and then we herd a gun shot that echod frout the house then everybody was terrified the screams we started to runaway from the house but we got cout and locked in the basement we we...

Remember the time and novelty of having physical copies of your memories in forms of polaroids and glossy photographs that had the date printed on the back. Well, imagine if instead it was not physical but stored on a camera. Although it saved space, it was also more susceptible to risk of loss. This was when,

as I was snapping some street art in the rough area of town, my camera was snatched from...

“Hey, hey, hey. Look, I didn’t mean it guys! Just... give me a day. A day, seriously, and then I’ll give you what you want!” He stuttered on his knees, begging like a sinner.

They stared at him unsympathetic. A grimace rolled over one of the group’s face. The three women sat on the tattered red sofa in the warehouse, the lights dimmed and focus held on the man in front.

“You have twenty four hou...

I’ve looked everywhere. Up down. High and low. However, I just can’t seem to find IT. My grandma’s urn. Where is my grandma’s urn? Left right. It isn’t here. I need to find it. Under the couch. No in the closet? Cabinet. No no no! Where is it!

The phone rings. Once twice thrice. I ignore. I go the kitchen I keep looking. I need to find it. It was suppose to be out on its mantle today like always. ...

“Don’t!” I yell out at her. Begging for her not to let go of the golden chain.

“Why not?” she taunts me. She swings the chain back and forth.

“It means everything to me.” I take a step forward but freeze when she opens her palm and the chain drops. Thankfully it doesn’t slip from her fingers and she still has a hold on it.

“I know.” she smirks. “Why don’t we strike a deal?” her eyes widen and she...

It was a scarf. Nothing of real value, but had some form of value nevertheless. I would wear it often, on chilly and cold days and when it was warm I would hang it on a hook next to my bed. Many find it weird, but it’s my prized possession. No matter how tattered and dirty it got, it always felt fresh to me and I would always have it by my side.

But that was my thought process last week.

Today...

During the snow storm I noticed it was missing. The next day I expected to find it but it was definitely gone. I tried to think when was the last time I had it...why hadn’t I noticed the absence? I started sending out tiny messages, hints to those close to me. Questions. When had they last seen me with it? I began to doubt that I’d even had it. It was then that I received the ransom note. Scrawled...