Writing Prompt

This is an orphanage.

12 little girls.

Ages 8-14.

Trapped here.

No matter how many people try to adopt.

No girls leave.

No girls get to see the outside.

No girls get to go to school....

John opened the door to the abandoned storage room in the asylum, a creak echoing through the room. The chief resident had sent him up to clean it out, preparing it for new patients being transferred. However, the rumors of its haunting, stemming from a child’s death ten years ago, made him dread the task.

Stepping inside, John surveyed the room. He was grateful for the daylight hours, as the eer...

Solange ich lebe, habe ich immer nur meine Schwester mit ihrer Puppe gesehen. Meine Schwester ist fünf Jahre jünger als ich, und seitdem sie zu ihrem zweiten Geburtstag die Puppe geschenkt bekommen hatte, lief sie damit herum.

Sie kleidete sie. Sie entkleidete sie. Sie kämmte ihr die Haare, sie wusch sie mit einem kleinen Lappen immer wieder ab und wusch auch ihre Wäsche, wann immer sie konnte.

...

The letter began “It has come to our attention that…..” I stopped reading. They knew then. About me, my children and the Nursery. That’s what I called it. The Nursery. It’s where I put the children when they misbehave. You see, they have all they need there. Beds and blankets all around. Dolls for the girls and cars for the boys.

They’re free to play even though they’re in restraints. It’s just ...

I am trapped inside this small scary room.

There’s nowhere to go, sometimes there’s a moment where I finally feel free.

I’m stuck in here unless I’m in the trees.

I give up escaping, I’m crying on my knees.

There is nowhere to go but down.

It never gets better.

You never get better....

I tried not to cry as I walked through the orphanage.

My orphanage.

The walls were falling apart, wallpaper peeling, floors stained a nasty shade of yellow-brown.

My home.

Not anymore though.

It was bright and light in here.

The place had a creepy vibe to it now.

Teenagers would run through, daring each other to go through the old abandoned orphanage.

It made me angry.

How could they?

I hadn't not...

Jack knew not to go back to that horrid old place. It was his old orphanage, and he didn’t want to set foot in it ever again. But something told him he needed to. It looked the same as ever: broken, dusty, and dark. He mustered up the courage to knock on the door, but no one answered. He turned the handle, and the door creaked open.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered to himself, but he wal...

1993

“This is a bad idea,” Gaspar mumbled for maybe the millionth time as he flashed the flashlight into the darkness of the abandoned orphanage, the starless night a weighing canopy of dread above them. He heard Casparo’s boisterous laugh from behind him, his sixteen-year-dol twin brother approaching him from the darkness with the flashlight shining in his face.

“What’s the matter? Afriad lit...

If you grew up in my orphanage you would know my story. This is the story of an ancient dolly that was a friend to everyone. At night I was cozy company but at daylight, a hairdresser’s client. I had many different styles being installed daily by little girls. Updos, short hair, buns and even bald. I rocked all styles and the girls and I shared a special type of confidence. They complimented me as...

Finally, all the children at the orphanage were gone. Now, all that’s left is to get rid of the evidence....