Writing Prompt
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by Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash
Create a story around who owns this key, or what it opens.
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We were alone.
“You- you’re not Sam!” My eyes widened with fear as he tossed my phone onto my bed.
“No shit. Now sit down and shut up.” He eyed me. A mask covered his mouth and he wore all black, shaggy like his hair.
He walked over and unzipped his bag. He pulled out a knife and shoved me onto the bed with one forceful push.
”I remember you- wait! aren’t you Sam’s old middle school friend? ...
The key swings loosely from his neck. He wanders further down the hall. Red splatters dot the floor. The faint sound of children echoes in the dark empty space. Their voices haunting him, he remembers the horrors they displayed.
The chicken nuggets thrown across the room, and ketchup packets thrown on the floor. He uses the key to unlock the janitor closet.
I will have my revenge. He thinks to hi...
I know where it is.
Pretty sure I’m one of three people in the entire family who do.
Most keys unlock a house, a car.
A building.
This key unlocks something very, very different.
Magic.
Energies and powers from many, many different worlds. We visit new ones once a month, when my parents go on holiday and my aunt stays over.
I too, would have scoffed in speculative disdain at such a claim to...
When I turned the pages of the picture book he was older.His face was round and crumpled like the moon and his eyes (which were a fierce emerald or maybe a soft blue as bright as an August sky) glittered at anyone he met in the most curious way that made them,no matter if they were good or bad,want to follow along by his side.Want to be close to him.Wrapping each finger gently around the key,with ...
“Yeah, but when you say you’re mad, that scares me,” Ravi says as they walk through the woods.
“You’ve never actually witnessed my pissy side,” Rylee says. “What you saw was simply… ‘upset’.”
“When you’re mad- especially at me, that makes me scared more than… well, anything,” Ravi shrugs in the chilly air.
“More than ghosts?”
“Yep,” Ravi replies.
“More than me hugging you?”
He hesitates, “More ...
“I’m locked in” I told her
My lips on the keyhole
Her short panicked breathing
Echoed through the wood
“I’ll find it” she told me
“The key that will open
This room that you’re trapped in”
She promised she would
I listened for footsteps
Grown fainter and fainter
As she scurries away
On a futile pursuit
The key in the corner
All filthy and rusted
Smiles at me smugly
Beneath tangled roots
...
For such a little key,
What it opens, is very big.
The size of a castle,
Towering above the clouds.
Locked in a casket,
Surrounded by the loud.
Making such a racket,
Taking all the sympathy.
An evil thing it is,
Yet people value it.
A tiny little key.
Everyone is forced to flea.
Pain is inflicted
By a tiny key.
Shouting and screaming,
Pouting and reaching.
Reaching for the hopes...
It was a small and innocuous thing with it’s two teeth and three sprocket holes on the head; the sort of key that could be for a simple padlock, maybe to a shed, or perhaps a cheap and unimpressive lockbox. But that isn’t what it opened.
The little thing opened something larger than could be imagined, with ease and with confidence. The problem was that it had not been used for such things in so ...
Jeremy, knowing he only had moments, threw himself to the forest floor, fingers probing dirt and leaves with all the precise grace of a backhoe. Again and again they came up with nothing but grit and detritus.
Before he could react, to curse and call out, Francis cross-body tackled him, taking them both down into the leaves. There was a mad melee; fists and elbows and knees and teeth. Profanity ...
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