Writing Prompt

I opened my eye groggily. The purple light hurt my eyes, causing me to instinctively shut them tight. I reached for my blanket, only to realize that I’m sleeping on hard ground. I immediately sit straight up. I look around, not recognizing where I am. I start to panic when I wonder where my home is or my family.

Just then something catches my eye, a painting of a symbol. I recognized that pai...

Mateo had always been a control freak.every morning he would wake up 7 o’clock sharp , sip his coffee, and be at his desk by 7:27 where the glowing screen of his laptop awaited him like a blank canvas.He was a writer, a creator of worlds , of lives lived in the space between sentences.His newest book “the clockmakers heart” was about to hit the shelves and mateo had poured himself into its pages l...

The sky watched scorned. Black wispy clouds circled overhead like a mad darkening storm.

My own transcript, melded into the sky, the dirt, the water. Written words now a perfect replica of my world in my head.

My heart, my soul, my passion.

I had poured myself so deeply into paper. Twisting out my world. My world of hopelessness, despair and destruction.

Eldrove, The Siver Vale.

Now I stand i...

Groaning. Am I dreaming?

More groaning. No. This is….real?

Gasping for breathe i sit up in the middle of the woods. My hands are covered in mud, under my nails and in my hair. “What the actual fuck.” Where am i? The groaning is starting again. The night is all most full making the clearing more eerie than i it would be normally.

I check my pockets looking for my phone or anything of importan...

Monster and demons

This is my story

Speaking in treason

Live in the horror

Just my imagination

Playing games

Leaving with hesitation

What was his name...

I knew I was in Ashfield as soon as I took one breath. The reek of sewage and pestilence, mingled with pine trees and tar, filled my nostrils, and I knew that somehow I was alive in the world I created. I pinched myself, but this was no dream; I was alive here, breathing and living. Which meant that She was here, too.

I heard her crawling from the crinkling leaves of the forest, and I turned fro...

Burnt hair and Froot Loops, Xavier knew he was in the Bright Lands before he opened his eyes. This time he hoped he had legs. Three deep centering breaths later, Xavier flexed. Flames of pains feathered across his left side. He surrendered to the suffering.

I should’ve been a plumber, Xavier mused. Whilst waiting for his ribs to knit, he dreamt of happily slaving on an ore refinery ship. Somethi...

As Tom’s eyes opened, the pulsating door beckoned

Him to closet. Something growled from beyond and grinned.

He felt a twinge as if a childhood monster came.

Some creature craven lurking in wings without name.

With head under covers, Tom sensed fear as the cause.

He shakily pulled himself from under sheet with pause.

As he dragged his feet from their tether to floor,

Something bumped against from...

Rain splashes on my face, waking me up from a deep sleep.

I open my eyes to find myself in an ashen field, raining with blood.

My eyes widen at the streaks of crimson blood running down my face…but it is not mine.

I look around.

A battle field filled with bodies and a few survivors.

“Captain, we have to report back!” A soldier shouts to me.

I freeze.

Captain is the name of my main character...

He couldn’t see it anywhere for 10 miles in all cardinal directions. And _that_ was probably the scariest thing he could have written.

He was almost proud to think of what the publishers would say.

But he didn’t have the time — not with his heart racing like this. Not with his body chilled to the bone with _fear_.

Suddenly, in a single moment of clarity and weird teleportation into his own ma...