Writing Prompt

Julie ducked behind a tree, panting as she tried to make herself as small as possible to stay out of sight. He had been a perfect gentleman when they had met, but now he was more like a predator. She heard Dathan call out to her, his voice menacing but inviting in a way. “Julie! I know you’re out there!” Her breath caught in her throat and she put a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stifl...

The first time she met him, his laughter had been a balm. His words, smooth as wine, had melted her defenses. He knew exactly how to look at her, how to touch her hand at the right moment. A gentleman, she thought. At last, a man who wasn’t cruel.

But the charm had worn thin like cheap paint. Beneath the smile was something ravenous. She saw it in how his eyes lingered too long, not with love, b...

Her breath hitched in her throat, paralyzed by the desperate need to hide as she scrambled like a deer to flee. Hide. Get away. Escape.

Oh please great Lord protect me, she cried, save me from sin!

Her bare feet quickly echoed on the cement breezeway. Quick, but loud. The late night moon followed her from the chapel to the gardens where she ran between hedge bushes and into a group of trees....

The ground is cold, unforgiving, and covered in rocks that dig into the bottoms of Penny’s feet. Warm liquid rushes down from the wounds, grounding her as she runs for her life.

Her feet thump against the ground again and again, and once more she cries out in pain. It hurts—it burns—and while she desperately wants to stop, her mind screams at her to keep going.

She knows this isn’t a game that...

He had been so charming at first, sweeping her off her feet and enveloping her in love. But now, he was no charming gentleman. He was The Hunter. And she was his prey.

It was the first month of summer, and the butterfly was young. Dancing among the wildflowers, she flaunted her fresh beauty, fluttering her painted wings in the sunlight for all to see. She saw how the children’s faces brighte...

He had been so charming at first, sweeping her off her feet and enveloping her in love. But now, he was no charming gentleman. He was The Hunter. And she was his prey. Not in a physical sense, but she frequently felt torn to pieces and her mind consumed by his sharp tongue and torturous pride.

The Hunter was a signal phrase to her empathetic friend when he was leaning heavy into the narcissim. He...

Cassie could not believe it when she started noticing slight changes in Ethan’s behavior. He was once so kind and uplifting, but now he tears her down and makes her feel so small and unworthy. He seems pleased and almost happy when she cries. He says the most hurtful things, and Cassie has started to believe that they are true. She wonders if he says these terrible things just to be mean. The trut...

an ugly beast and ugly sins with ugly thoughts that lie within an ugly voice such **crooked **teeth an evil smile, draws in deep with fragile lies intriguing smiles they'll stay, he feels loved for a while till ugly beast with ugly sins comes and rips them from within the goose hunt long and daunting, still it's better yet just being killed by the ugly beast with ugly sins and all the ugly stuck ...

And they all lived happily ever after… is how the story usually goes, but they never show what happens to the Princess after she’s married the Prince she’s just met.

The realisation they come from two entirely different worlds, have completely different interests.

Sit side by side, but never look at each other.

A woman propelled to a status of scrutiny of etiquette, of faux pas she must memoris...

Her lungs ached from the overuse—her feet throbbed as they bled weakly into the rough ground—her hands shook with fear—

He was coming.

She knew it, but was oh-so tired. Her eyes begged to be closed; her limbs cried out for rest. But she could not stop. Maybe she could never. All she knew was—

And there—

A branch—

A branch just snapped now, didn't it—

Before she could finish the thought, a co...