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VISUAL PROMPT
by Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash
Create a story around who owns this key, or what it opens.
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Somewhere out there in the abyss
Is a key that opens a floodgate
A floodgate or perchance a wall?
Tis a wall if shut
A floodgate if unsealed
Only then shall my emotions be revealed
This key can be found in a multitude of places
In the nostalgia of objects and artifacts of my past and present
Things I am attached to by an invisible key ring
And in every person I hold dear
if one looks far enough...
She keeps the doors unlocked.
Ada works as a baker. Her shop is on the corner, making the whole block smell good. The cozy booths and turquoise chairs give the shop a contemporary feel. Her croissants and eclairs are regarded as the best in the country. She lives above her bakery with a cat and a fish tank. She has no children of her own, so she often visits her sister’s house, as she has a husb...
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...
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