Writing Prompt

William fingered the revolver at his hip, a headache pulsating behind his eyes. "We have exactly seventeen minutes before the next take-off..."

People slugged passed. Bodies moved slowly, shuffling in the tight embrace of the boarding crowd. Large bags and cases scraped the concrete floor of the Zeppelin Airstrip. Rigging tapped and slapped in the wind, and the whirr of the blimp’s propellers buz...

“The dish is empty,” Belvedere said with a tail flick.

“I know. What can we do?” Mittens asked by nosing the bowl.

Belvedere smacked the dish. He smacked Mittens. He flicked his tail rapidly.

“There’s no need to yell,” Mittens said raising her paw in defense.

“That’s it. I’m leaving.” Belvedere lumbered over to the screen door. The young one who rarely feed them had left the screen door ajar agai...

I slung the backpack over my shoulder and placed the suitcase next to my leg. I pick Zaine up and push her face into the crook of my neck, positioned my hands under her bum and turned to face the door.

“Don’t look for us or I swear to god you’ll regret it” I say with a commanding tone.

“Wait! Let’s talk about it. You can’t just take her from me!” Reb- Zaine’s mother cried hysterically.

“You ...

"Like stubborn horseradish from the earth came the gossip from his mouth."

-Delores, "Turn or Burn, Volume 1 of the Turnip the Volume Series"

It had been five days of inspiration-less silence in that borrowed beach house. Somewhere between the living and dining rooms a cacophonous wheezing could be heard, followed shortly by noisy gulps of water. It was 48 hours till Perrin Pits's call. It was...

Ally and Joe grew up in the same group home together. Unfortunately, they never were adopted after their parents died. All they had were each other: Brother and sister in arms, inseparable and devoted to each other.

When the twins graduated from high school, they were finally able to get out on their own. Ally became a waitress and Joe went into construction. They shared a two bedroom apartment.

...

The air was suffocating; a mixture of heat, smoke, and scattered specks of the past. Fire crackled through the rotting floors and began to creep behind them. She walked steadily towards the entrance, not seeming to mind the firestorm. She stepped on the threshold, pausing for a moment and turning her head to search for him.

He had stopped a few paces from where she stood, hesitant. He stared at ...

[S.C, Bloodlines. CH 6]

Amelya turned in her sleep. Waking when her arms felt a body within them. Cleo was wrapped in her covers and if she’d not known was sleeping peacefully.

“I thought you didn’t sleep?” Amelya yawned, pulling Cleo tightly into her body’s warmth.

“I like to pretend sometimes…. Makes me feel human again…” Cleo said honestly without turning.

“We’ll your human enough for...

Bree and Mack Gibbs sat silently in the living room of their tiny cottage, located in the only village in town, and watched as the fireworks went off on the television screen. It was the first New Year’s celebration without their mother, and her presence was sorely missed.

‘It’s not the same, is it?’ Bree said aloud, though not to anyone in particular.

Mack sat straight-backed on the couch and...

It was a dark and stormy night, but two little girls named Stella and Bella were on a walk with there mom’s. But they went the wrong way They couldn’t find their moms so they turned around and saw them on the other side of the street.But the street lights are not changing colours to red. So they went their separate ways but Stella and Bella ended up getting into the basement and saw a skeleton. Th...

"Leave a handprint," The first man directed.

"Why on earth would we do that?"

"You know - a calling card type thing."

The woman, tall and slick in her protective suit, brought her gloved hand to the wall above the body. Once she withdrew her hand, a dark red print was left. It dripped with the blood of the man lying below.

"Awesome," Someone muttered in a voice that suggested this was all a sick v...