Writing Prompt

I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but a rather long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face. The moist heat roused me, eyes bleary from deep sleep.

I instinctively pushed the tongue away, wiping the grotesque saliva off my flesh. My head was turned, recoiled away from the repellent sensation, yet I could feel a substantial weight sitting atop my chest.

As the fog of slumber...

Because of the feeling of a lengthy tongue exploring my face, I jolted awake, my eyes shooting open with shock. My arm immediately moved to wipe the moist saliva off of my cheek as my hand bolted out to grab my glasses. I put on the spectacles and nervously looked around, but once I looked up and saw who the culprit was, a small sigh of alleviation escaped my lips.

“Oh- Ar’on… You scared me to de...

Steven here, I woke up this morning with my tongue bleeding as I had ate a rock for some reason. But it tasted good so I do not regret it ...

Steven here, I am writing about my poem the tree

the tree has feelings, and so do I. The boy on the street, tries to eat the tree while he is sitting across the road ...

I awoke with not a bang, nor a whimper, but rather a long steaming tongue scraping it’s way up the side of my face.

I reached over for the taser that I had placed on the old wooden nightstand that lay on the right of my bed. I kept it near me at all times just in case some thing like this happened. When you hunt every kind of monster for a living, you never know what’ll happen. I extended my ar...

Come on, birds!! Let me sleep just a little longer. 🥱

I know I stayed up a little too late last night, but I’m used to sleeping in until noon when I do that. The birds woke me up at 6 am with their sweet/annoying chirping. Maybe they were asking their Mom for breakfast? Maybe they were just more excited about waking up than I was. Either way, I’m groggy and want to go back to sleep. I wish I cou...

I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but rather a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face. Its thick pasty saliva drips down onto my chin, the tongue heaving up and down. As I regained my strength, my eyes began to roll open, the darkness of the cave spilling into my eyes. My eyes dart to the creature on my left. My hand reaches out to feel the mysterious creature but it da...

Good morning

Rather alarming

That hot steaming tongue

Would frighten the young

But for me you see

I awoke with glee

My dragons were back

Without them I lacked...

"I awoke not with a bang, not a whimper, but a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face."

Detective Ambrose's eyes refused to leave his notepad as his right hand darted from left to right. He's a fast writer for a middle-aged man, and I can't help but question his penmanship because from where I'm sitting everything looks like scribbles, chicken scratch as some would say.

...

I shot up quickly, backing away from what ever was near. I could hear it’s labored breathing on the other side of the cave. I inched slowly backwards trying to reach the edge of the cave. My finger tips touched something rough, assuming it was the caves wall I curled up trying to become as small as possible.

I had tried to calm down as much as I possibly could . I was probably over thinking, I t...