Writing Prompt

Their manic eyes lock onto one another. His swirling with anger, hers with strength.

Darcella forced herself to not look away from him, there was nowhere to go. She knew if even the slightest bit of fear slipped through the cracks, he’d attack. For the fact she valued her life, she could not let that happen.

In this isolated, dark and dingy room, she could not hide, could not run. Regardless, s...

Dawn regained her consciousness in a dark room. It smelled of a mix of mothballs, a damp basement, dust and blood. Blood? She looked around the room. It wasn‘t like the horror movies her best friend liked watching so much, with a rickety chair, a singular squeaky lightbulb and a creepy figure with blood dripping off an axe behind her. It looked more like an old attic, fairy lights strung up on the...

“Go ahead “ I say my voice barely a whisper .

“ finish me off ,it’s what you came here for

Isn’t it “ my finger finds the knot in the rope that ties my hands together .Keep him distracted I think , keep him talking . “ If you think killling me will rid you of me then your wrong “

I slowly start trying to pull at the knot .

“You can kill my body but my memory will live and you can be sure that ...

I woke up, tired, rattled, and tied.

Wait, I was _tied?_

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What the hell? Where was I? I looked down, sure enough there was rope around my body that bined me to a chair.

I heard someone mumbling, whispered cryptic messages. I looked up, some rando who’s hair was frizzled and choppy, with wide-eyes was stepping out the kitchen, knife in hand.

“Y—you! Y—you’re gonna die! I’m gonna kill you...

“ So, you are trapped with nowhere to go, how do you feel about that?! hahaha” he tied my hands around the pole, where I saw his other victims. The unfortunate part was, they were all dead. Each and every one of them. Blood on the floor, ropes with stains of blood on them. His victims must of tried really hard to escape. I looked around the room. There’s no hole or window. No one I can call for he...

Standing here in front of you, I won’t beg for life. I know you have all the power and will choose whatever you want to do, regardless of how I feel. I know you don’t care.

But I also know you don’t benefit from my death. In fact, it is a burden for you. In order to keep my death a secret, you’ll have to clean up my body and the crime scene. That will take time, and you don’t have much time.

Y...

So here’s the thing, right? I never wanted to be alive in the first place. I’ve been grossly depressed for a good part of my life, and the medication really only helps take the edge off. Most of my family has died on me unexpectedly. I ain’t been able to hold down a steady job in forever. I can’t even sleep properly at night.

I never even celebrate my birthday. Why? Because I didn’t ask to be bo...

“ You’ve done this before, haven’t you? “ My voice barely a whisper. “ I can see it — the way you’re holding the knife. Too steady. Too sure.” I glance at my reflection in the blade. “But I’ll be different.” I force a weak smile.

“ Because when you close your eyes, it won’t be silence you hear — it’ll be me. Gurgling.

Coughing. You’ll smell the iron on your hands when they’re clean. You’ll see my...

Did you ever wake up in a place where you’ve never been? I opened my eyes to find unfamiliar grounds. Where am I? How did I get here? I turned to my left. I see this man who looked disheveled. He was unshaven, torn clothes with filty nails. He had no shoes on his filthy feet, yet he was picking at his toenails. I wanted to throw up. He kept saying that he was the president of the United States, ye...

I wake up from being unconscious, I’m blind folded I have no ability to see nor do I want to see who it is. My breath is shallow, I hear foot steps coming closer and closer.

“I’ll take the rag out of your mouth if you promise not to scream”

He pulls the rag out and I choke, I lick my lips.

“Is there something you want from me”

“You know what I want”

“ I don’t unless you specify what that is”

My vo...