Writing Prompt

Just past the reading room

With its bright magazine covers

And old church smell

Around faded Nancy Drews

In well loved yellow

There’s a three-sided table

Its chair, old fashioned oak

Squeaks in protest

But is worn and forgiving

Abandoned during the day mostly

Old ladies and folks without internet

They don’t bother me

I keep myself to myself

Warm as the free coffee

Me and my corner...

Bone chilling rain showered from the sky above, the clouds full of vengeful thunder. It was the long bolt of lightning that crackled against the night sky that revealed a building to the left, just bright enough to glimpse that it seemed to be long forgotten. She turned and raced, the mud splattering beneath her with each stomp of her boot, the branches wrapping their fingers around her snapping a...

Shivers were her most present sensation, soaked to the bone, she needed to find a home. Upon the building with no hesitation she seeked refuge. No one inside, smells like something died, maybe an animal. “Cold and dim, at the very least it’s not wet” In the abandoned home she still closed her eyes, for an escape from the rain was hard to find....

Abandoned Like the soul in a cold damp eerie wooden floor

The sharp lights and shadow of a factory of silk and machines cigs and wheys

Scurrying of rats

Some thing crawled prickly on my arm

Eye dilate...

The world spins on, but I stand still,

A heart that’s heavy, yet no one will.

I wear my smile like a fragile veil,

Afraid to show that I’m bound to fail.

Inside, it’s darker than the coldest night,

A silent scream that’s too weak to fight.

I reach for help, but no hands are near,

The silence deafens, feeding my fear.

The walls close in, but I cannot run,

The pain of a thousand battles never won....

‘Plunk’

Water dripped from the ceiling of the floor above, falling nine or ten meters to the floor where Sam sat. Huddled in a corner, wet, cold, and shivering, the child watched the entrances of the room. Tiny white eyes darted between doors and windows and betrayed the terror that resided behind them.

‘Plunk’

Sam huddled further into the corner, trying to become invisible as footsteps could be...

Starting to shiver from the rain

The fugitive figure looks at the shape

It has to be better than the last refuge,

Full of scorn and the threat of a raised fist.

What promise does a head lain

Here in a corner of a musty barn

The rodents versus the promises of a boot

Listen acuutely for another

Wanting only to be alone and unmolested

Head wrapped in a cloak, breath fogging and sore back resting on...

My mother collapses on the floor as her claws dig into my arm. The air is filled with what I can only assume to be the smell of embalming fluid as I stare at my little brother’s lifeless body.

Stiff, cold, on a hard wooden table with a blanket draped over him. I’m aware of nails in my skin somewhere in the back of my consciousness as my mother vomits all over the floor. Her screaming is a roar i...

She was fragile. And she was running.

She had to. There was no other option. That didn’t make it any less terrifying.

She loved the rush, even though it made her bones wobble and her skin shiver. Maybe that was the strangest thing about her — the way fear made her feel alive.

She tore across the wet, ruined grass, with no clear direction, clutching only at her purpose. The fierce wind slashed he...

Run

Run faster

Scared

Frightened

Keep running

Hide

Hide inside

Abandoned building

Hide

Hide...