Writing Prompt

I trudged down the hill with my fellow compatriots. As we trudged through the darkness we saw a b...

All I could hear was the darkness. All I could feel was the darkness. I could feel its depth, its profoundness, and I could feel its deadly grip. But it was the smell that stung the most. It was the smell of death. I didn't imagine, even chained to the ceiling of this tower, my blood rushing earthwards, soul straining for life, that death could possess an odor. But it was the rotting below that st...

Once upon a time in a tall tower surrounded by darkness, a young women was sewing. She spent every day sewing and sewing a way to her freedom.

Her amulet glowed bright as she finished the final stitch to her escape. She went to the edge of the tower window and tied the sewed item to a hook and then flung herself into the darkness, letting it swallow her until the only thing that could be seen wa...

Once upon a time there were four sisters, each representing a different season. There was Ribbon, the sister is spring, Rose, the sister of summer, Raven, the sister of autumn, and River, the sister of winter.

Their mother had left them each a portion of land around a tower that reached to the sky. Ribbon received the East, Rose the South, Raven had the West, and River the North. They each explor...

Stone after stone after stone. She counted them until her head pounded and her eyes throbbed.

Eyes shut now, she leaned against the cool rock. There wasn’t much to hear here aside from the occasional rustle of wind, icy and sharp; only occasionally could she hear the clop of shoes against the hard floor. When she did, it was a gamble between a beating or food.

She didn’t know how or why she go...

You wake up in a dark room. The air is musty and warm. The room creaks as you stand up. You are surrounded by complete darkness. There are no windows or doors - how did you get here, then? There is only a wooden table in the middle of the room. On the table, there is only a simple blue amulet. You grab the amulet and feel the cold stone against your hand. You slip it around your neck. Suddenly yo...

The amulet glows bright

Its glow towering above me

Hauting me

Taunting me

And I am never alone...

Part 1: the ordinary exposition

When I was in 11th grade, I received a strange gift from one of my pen pals: how should I call it, an electronic amulet. I twirled the thing around my finger a couple of times, and thought that was the end of its use. It fell on to the ground but I could care less to pick it up.

The next day I learned that the poor dog had swallowed it and the urgent care was called...

The amulet glowed red in my hand

I knew I needed to destroy it

I knew no one else should bare the curse

So I sat shrouded in darkness

Hacking away at the stone

Begging for it to stop its glow

Then the glow was sucked away

Into a tall tall tower

And now it looms over me, I shall never be free...

The air was crisp, the wind was whistling the moon was full giving off a soft milky glow. The trees shook violently and I just stood in the middle of it all. I continued trying to beat the harsh winds before they beat me. My foot slipped and I slid into a thorn bush that was next to me. The thorns cutting any visible skin. I lay there trying not to move. My thoughts jumbling as I try to find a way...