Writing Prompt

I walked to the park slowly as the rain poured down on me, my head hung low. My face was wet, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the rain or the tears that fell from my very own eyes.

The park was lifeless, no one else was there with me… the only nearby sounds were the rainfall and my crying.

Far, far off in the distance, children ran and played around with glee. Joy in their eyes; pain in mi...

There it is! Home. In front of me stood…a casino. The bright lights blinded me but kept pulling me closer. Home. Home, it was.

Walking inside, it felt like I recognized everyone and they recognized me. We didn’t know each other, but we knew why we were here…to live like there was no tomorrow. We would spend all of our savings and sell everything we had on us, but no. We didn’t know each other. We...

Dante set forth into the abandoned church, and the scent of rotting wood, smoulder and loam blackened his senses, he was overwrought whilst he trudged his way into the ramshackled house of prayer, a part of him absorbed itself in shrinking away at the glimpse of salient signs of rotting construction.

He resolved to unearth his habitual hiding spot which was in the basement of the decaying church,...

Ellis begins to write almost immediately after hearing the directions. He already had this idea running in his head, so it would be good to get some of the basics down in this 10 minute horror story exercise.

Recently, he watched I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer and it was not good! Awful even. But the setting of the opening scene was interesting.

An amusement park. Lots of hiding pl...

Amidst the black mold and sagging ceiling, I stand—an unwelcome squatter in this forsaken place. The awful stench of mildew and sweat hangs heavily in the air, A filthy mix of decay that mirrors the rot within me. Cockroaches scuttle across the cracked linoleum, their tiny legs tracing patterns of desperation. Broken beer bottles litter the floor, their shattered remains glinting up at me like bro...

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The drooping walls

Don’t stand tall

They sag

And they fall

They creak

And they groan

They complain

I have no room to brag

Hollowed out cheeks

They wail

It’s no Braille

They don’t suffer

From pain

They lost

Their feeling

A long time ago

They accumulate frost

Cold and shady

Not a well mannered lady

They lost all color

Now black and white

So much discolor

Now all dull

Nothing bright

They have a thic...

It has been six years, to the day, since—

I place the thought away. It isn’t important, what today is.

I left my house, and sauntered into the woods encompassing it. I trekked aimlessly, pulling my golden hair into a pony-tail. It was late-winter, as of now, and the trees were gray and thin, with skeletal branches and fingers that reached— what they reached for I couldn’t know. The sky w...

I can only run.

I don’t know where I am going, but I don’t particularly care. Not right now.

I’m sure I run through many trees and bushes. I’m sure I get soaked from the rain. I’m sure that I run far. Away.

I don’t know when I stop running. I look around to take note of my surroundings. I’m surrounded by dry grass. I can see for acres and acres of the flat terrain, and all of it is cover...

Rustling sounds of leaves and branches

brushing pass each other, away from the mansions

Looking at the vibrant mural the sky has painted

My eyes relax into a close, I felt sedated

Here I sit, a good distant from the city

Underneath a willow tree that’s O so pretty

At the tip of the hill, the glowing sun goes into hiding

Birds return home tweeting and gliding

I’ve never been more at peace

What ...