Writing Prompt

You should have listened. He was right. Walking through the city at night is definitely not safe. But that doesn’t matter now. It won’t change anything. Neither the gun barrel pressed onto your forehead. There is no way getting out now. You never believe that someone just attacks you on the street, till it happens. That man chose you. From all the people… so you are special in some way… The man le...

Leah just woke up. Nothing to see, darkness all around, and she is covered in dust. She coughs and tries to catch her breath so she can have some energy to analyze where she is and how she got here. Feeling the floor around her, she comes upon some thing fleshy and wet. She begins to realize that it is not an animal or something normal she imaged in her head while using her sense, but it was a dea...

Your time is up.

Better run!

Is what I heard in a hush

And so, naturally, I ran,

But never once did I know

What I was running from

And never once did I know

If I could outrun it....

I’m sitting there in a life or death situation it’s either me or my friend that dies we’re under acid he tells me to decide who lives I got 5 seconds he starts counting 5 4 3 2 1 times up you better run I go I’m running through the woods I trip over a rock and he catches me standing above with a axe he says you could’ve made a choice to live....

Your time is up you better run, he got a gun all that time running your mouth made him go get a gun run,run,run. Emotions has taken hold of him no time to reconsider just run. Police gone come soon hopefully you had enough time to hide from Mr man mad with a gun because you bumped your gums enough gave plenty time to emotionally trigger him to come after you in vengeance after explaining to him ho...

The clock hit twelve.

A wide smile spread across his face. His eyes had a bloody look. He stared into my soul for I know I was to late. He reached his hand out, his fingers long and bony. I waited for the strike, but I knew he liked to play.

“Your time is up. Better run!” His voice playful but full of malice.

I felt my feet kick up in the air. Thinking I still had a shot. I heard h...

It was last period. My teacher was going on about math and what not. It was her fifth time screeming at us. She was yelling at the boys who was poking fun at her. They were standing on tables and throwing things. It was horrible. Normally when it got this bad she would just sit at her desk and say that she’s quit. Not this time. She started throwing things back. But these things were really heavy ...

Red. A color of both love and anger.

Two very different emotions, but both centered around the same thing: desire.

Whether it’s desire for lust or desire for revenge:

red makes you do things. Bad things.

And the desire of the color red is a dangerous thing.

Blood. Cold, thick… _addictive. _

I watched as he begged on his knees, for mercy.

Mercy at my hands. Mercy for me to let him go. ...

Click. The grandfather clock, notmally muted in the background of everyday machinations, was deafening. The swing of the pendulum drowning out thought after thought. Time was running out quickly. The smell of the old wood was similarly repulsive and intoxicating. This clock had held many a people captured. A feeding ground for what hid inside it.

Centuries ago, when the clock had been placed in t...

Ingrid stepped out onto the sidewalk along ninth avenue, barely registering the business casual peopel who passed by as she typed furiously on her phone.

Click click click went her kitten heels, thumbs flying across the keyboard. **“What do you mean ‘come and get it??’” She asked. **She hit send and came to a stop under a young tree planted in the small corporate courtyard, its new green leaves ...