Writing Prompt

“Go to bed,” he ordered, stepping closer. She cliched his sleeve. “But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”...

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”

Clark Davidson sighed in exasperation. “Baby, we’ve talked about this, remember?”

His daughter looked up at him wet eyes. “I know, but-“

Clark rests a hand on little Amelia’s shoulder and gently squeezes, cutting her off. “No buts, okay? The man with no eyes isn’t real, and you’re mom and are going to keep y...

My son’s feet pitter-pattered across the kitchen tile, lower lip puckered in a pout.

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet.”

A shiver rippled through my spine, gaze slowly trailing to him. No, I’m the adult. I mustn’t show fear.

This was the third day this week that he protested at bedtime. I’d be lying if I said strange things hadn’t occurred arou...

What is it with adults never listening? I told her. I told her over and over and over. But when my sister sets her mind to something, shes as stiff as a board. 

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” I whined. I sounded like a child. I've been struggling with night terrors since I was five, and this seemed to be the same thing. Except this time it w...

A living room is filled with the blue glow from the tv. On the couch sits an 10 year old boy, Terrence, surrounded by various toy weaponry. A billowy, green blanket is draped around his body. Only his face is exposed. He stares at the screen, eyes bloodshot and heavy. A groggy voice comes from the doorway. “Why are you still up?”The boy jumps at the question and screams. “Mom you scared the crap o...

Before you were a jester you were an investor

Before you left you were a theft

Before you had money you you were country

After everything your still self seeking...

Getting my son down for bed is always a pain; he’s always scared of something. From goblins in the attic to spiders in his blankets, the kid is a nightmare when it comes to bedtime. Something about how he was acting tonight felt strangely different. Usually, you can tell when your kid is just acting up to stay up longer; this time, he wasn’t crying or whining, he was just putting things in front o...

Chapter 1 Golden Tickets

I want to see that gold. What’s inside it? Well, I don’t possibly know. Just open the golden ticket go on boy open it welcome to my factory love that you’re coming You’re the fifth golden ticket and don’t miss out on February 1th you see the sweet sensation of my factory the good news is I hope everyone has a good day the bad news is I hope no one touches dangerous invent...

Scott Farley was a Boston man. He might not have been born there, but he was accustomed to the culture and had fit in like a glove. He loved Boston, almost as much as he loved his dog, but the last few months, he felt as though something was off. It wasn’t a sudden change, more like a slow creeping sensation, as if something was approaching.

He woke up the morning of March 5th in a cold sweat. He...

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”

It was those very words that made Sammy and I pause what we were doing, frozen at the dining table as if we had been turned into stone. Slowly, I turned to our younger sister Rose, who was clutching her worn teddy bear in her chubby hands.

“Rose, what…” Sammy started, but quickly trailed off. I chose to contin...