Writing Prompt

I awoke slowly. Eyes fluttering, mind spinning.

The first thing I noticed were the wires locking my hands behind the back of the chair I was sat on. Blood had trickle down from my temple, now dry and cracking. I wasn’t in the ballroom anymore, that was for certain.

Walls: concrete. Light: scarce.

“Finally awake! How delightful. At first I thought you were dead.” The farmiliar voice echoed fr...

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I searched for the source of the voice.

Deep. Male.

I turned when footsteps resonated from behind me. Dressed in a suit, although cloaked to hide his face. To threaten a member of authority in something as constricting as a suit would require a tremendous amount of courage.

Experienced.

I grit my teeth, my pockets were empty, my knife in his ha...

I was thrown to the floor of the ballroom, where the price sat drinking his wine. The guard shoving my face into the floor in a bow.

“My prince she was found snooping the palace halls. She is a spy!” The guards voice was rough and convinced

The prince looked down at me his two colored eyes striking. One blue on white. He was not born with two colored eyes. He was 9 when he had gotten kidnap...

Red.

Blood painted the marble floor in large pools.

Glass.

The chandelier had fallen and shattered.

I surveyed my surroundings. A man, not of great importance most likely, judging by his clothes, killed in the centre of the ballroom, covered in tiny shards of glass.

Young. Unsuspecting.

His eyes were open in a frozen frame of shock and pain. The food set out on long dining tables was stil...

I woke up one fall morning and Had my fall coffee . I thought to myself I’m gonna head out for a fall walk. I finish my coffee I head up to my room to put my fall running and walking cloths on . I grab my car keys and I head out , I get out on road and I’m driving and loving the fall sunshine up ahead is a sign saying turn this way if you want to see the Castle Rock . So I’m very interested by the...

I sighed, staring out of the big window in the ballroom. It was a dark, stormy night, perfectly matching my mood. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called. It was probably Hilda, our maid. I didn't like calling her maid; it sounded too much like servant. She had been working for the royal family since my dad was a little kid – she was already his maid, then my sisters', and then m...

Cassandra burst through my bedroom door, eyes wild, fists clenched. A second later, I heard the echo of her slippers pounding against the marble floors as she stormed down the hall toward the grand stairwell.

“Cass—wait!” I stumbled after her, yanking my silk nightgown off the floor so I wouldn’t trip on it. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone as I jogged toward the stairs, heart pounding ...

The gente pattering of the rain on the brick exterior of the house was like a calming mantra for Mercy. She gently lifted her hand to grace the cold glass of the window with her fingertips.

She longed for a sharp bolt of lightning to make itself known along with the rolling sound of thunder.

She turned to face the painting on the other end of the large room. As she was squinting to make it o...

With one final shove, we tumble through the door into a great room with dimmed lights adorned to the vast walls connecting to high ceilings. Otherwise completely empty.. Again.

I look over to Cam and he looks to be feeling just as hopeless as I do in this moment. “I’m sorry Lia. I really thought..” he trails off. I can’t help the sigh that escapes me, making my way to a large fountain staircase w...

The smell of him surrounds me—Earl Grey with a hint of spice. Warm breath tickles my ear as he leans in to whisper, “I love you.” His hard body presses against mine, effortlessly gliding me around the room. Etta James’ “At Last” floats through the air, wrapping us in its melody. My mind drifts, consumed by him, by us.

An hour has passed since the sun sank beyond the horizon, and our daughter slee...