Writing Prompt

_Run_.

The word repeated in Lynn’s mind, over and over, filling every corner. She watched as other girls rushed past her to clean up her mess. She almost fell in line with them out of habit, but turned the other way.

Picking up her pace, she walked turned to a run as she rushed outside. Her brown hair flew behind her with no way of tying it back. The wind hit her face as she finally reached the ou...

The walls were closing in...

Crumbling and cracking. I had no time. I can't do this.

Investigating the looting was the worst decision I ever made, by any person, ever.

No time to think.

Why did I go into the tailor's shop? Why?

Why did I open the door? Why did I leave Aryth and Ledyr behind? I needed them. I can't do this alone. Aryth... yes, he's a bit dumb, but at least he can break a trap using...

“Quick, this way!” Luke shouted, his feet sprinting towards the wooden oak doors that lead into the manager’s office at the very back of the store.

He shoved the door open, stepping aside so I could run in after him. Coming to a stop inside the office, my lungs tried to recover from the exertion of racing through the entire supermarket.

“What WAS that, Luke?” I cried. My mind replaying the sce...

Steph walked through the forest, ducking under some low branches as she made her way to Buckley. ‘Why,’ she wondered, ‘are there no roads in better condition leading to Buckley?’ An invisible spider web hit her face and she lost her composure for a moment, waving her arms around in a futile attempt to escape the unseen net.

“Are you alright, lady?” A voice reached her ears and Steph whirled around...

Three boys who grew up together in the 1700s sail out to find a treasure in the Caribbean. They find a map and it happens to just be something to throw them off, but they don’t quite know yet. They get to an island that the map leads them to, and it says to follow The tiny berries left behind by squirrels and chipmunks. This island seems inscapable. They don’t quite know where to go because of all...

It was inescapable

And barely traceable

The illusion

And confusion

Caused by the looting

Guns shooting

Police raids

The barricades

Wearing oak colored masks

But there were no attacks

Just confusion

And the illusion

Of peace

Which showed its crease

As freedom

Died...

Eric looked over his shoulder again. He could not believe his brother JJ had talked him into looting from his friend Marie. They had known each other since they were kids but times has got tough for Eric in recent years and she had managed to prosper. She ran a successful furniture store while he had his fourth job in the past three years. It seemed like failure was inescapable for Eric and Marie ...

Lima raced through the forest, heart and footsteps pounding in time. The bandage on her leg had started to come loose, but there was no time to fix it. She glanced down and grimaced at the dark stain blossoming across the already filthy cloth. Her wound had reopened.

The mighty oaks surrounding Lima blocked her from the view of her attackers, but they also kept her from seeing where she was goin...

“You know my father planted that oak tree right there,” Lizabeth said.

Shaking her hand, frail as a wren, pointed to the massive tree outside her window. Its stout branches reached into the second floor bedroom window. Its velvet green leaves brushed the sill gray. EJ looked up from the laundry she was folding. She visited Elizabeth everyday and had heard the story of the mighty oak approximatel...

Hidden behind the bruised oak was a pulsing heart.

A timid lad in hand me down faded jeans named Art.

A man red in face was gazing toward the old tree.

With pockets bulging with airheads and smarties free

After looting penny candy when none saw him,

Art came to inescapable surmise quite grim.

Either face red faced owner or his frazzled mom.

Decisions Which one. He’d rather get slapped with palm...