I saw a ghost while driving
I was on my way to work
When I saw it and it saw me
As it drifted slowly by
I saw a ghost while walking
I was taking my dog with me
It saw us, my dog was indifferent
As he was busy decorating a tree
I saw a ghost while waiting
For the arrival of the train
I looked at it and it at me
It vanished with the first drop of rain
I saw a ghost while reading
I was sitting up in a tree
It drifted down behind me
To read my book with me
Writing Prompt #67: He had failed once already and his second try was going to be far more difficult now they knew what he planned to do.
The pattern on the floor tiles made me dizzy. The floor looked as if it was made of dips and mounds instead of being perfectly flat. I tried not to look at it, since every time I did it made me stumble. It was difficult not to look when everything was reflected in the mirrored walls. I looked around for the door but it was reflected everywhere. Finally I spotted it and made a dash for it and tripped on a real dip in the floor. I cursed the illusionist architect who created the room and their infuriating sense of humour.
Writing Prompt #66: Either it was raining or there was a miniature flying piglet doing a tap dance on the skylight.
Writing Prompt #65: The spider wandered casually across his face and there was nothing he could do, he was still paralysed.
Writing Prompt #64: His mother told him never to take candy from a stranger but she never said anything about books.
Writing Prompt #63: Slowly, seemingly reluctantly she pointed in the opposite direction to the one he ran in.
Writing Prompt #62: He vaguely recalled a time when there wasn’t a collar chafing at his neck.
Writing Prompt #61: Holding hands they danced in rings around the fire, as the night around them darkened.
Writing Prompt #60: It wasn’t pity she wanted it was their understanding.
‘Really you find the great big creepy spider cute?’ I asked.
‘Yeah isn’t she adorable,’ said Jodi.
‘No,’ I shuddered.
She picked it up. It ran up her arm and down the front of her shirt. She picked it up in her hands and held it out to me.
‘Want to hold her?’ she asked.
‘No thanks,’ I said.
‘She’s harmless,’ she said.
‘Yeah well I still don’t want to hold her,’ I said.
‘Ow,’ she exclaimed, ‘she nipped me.’
‘Totally harmless,’ I laughed.
‘Shut up,’ she said putting her spider back in her tank, ‘she’s not poisonous to humans, I’m fine.’
Writing Prompt #59: Everyone seemed to think it would be awesome to be able to read minds, he knew they were wrong.
Writing Prompt #58: She didn’t realise she was becoming addicted until it was too late.
Writing Prompt #57: The motorcycle squealed past, again and again in an endless loop, what were they thinking, it was midnight.
Writing Prompt #56: Books smelled like home and not just because he used to live in one.
Writing Prompt #55: She looked around at the teetering towers of books that filled the room in a mixture of wonder and fear.
Writing Prompt #54: He looked around the tiny cell, there was nothing to do and no way out.
Writing Prompt #53: He was holding his gun when the police burst through his front door.
I followed the footprints in the snow. I didn’t have any other option. I was a city girl lost in the forest and my last memory was of a bag being pulled over my head.
The footprints stopped at the stairs leading up to the log cabin. My hand shook as I knocked on the door. An old woman opened it.
‘Please I need help,’ I said though chattering teeth.
‘I was wondering if you’d turn up,’ she smiled, ‘they said you fell out of the truck, they’ve been searching for hours.’
I turned to run but she was faster and stronger, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside.
Writing Prompt #52: This was going to be the biggest prison break the country had ever seen and there would be no preventing it.
Writing Prompt #51: She just wanted to get away, as far away as possible and maybe never come back.
Writing Prompt #50: They told her not to take another step, she didn’t listen and felt an impact in her chest.
Writing Prompt #49: She looked at her watch, she had nine minutes to get there, so she started running.
Writing Prompt #48: This was it, he was going to graduate and nothing could stop him, or could everything fall apart.
Writing Prompt #47: He sniffed the air, it was definitely pancakes he could smell, he smiled.
Writing Prompt #46: She felt her slipping out of her grip, she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer without help, she was going to lose her.
Writing Prompt #45: It was good to see her again, she missed being able to see her all the time.
Writing Prompt #44: He was terrified that what was coming next was going to be far worse than what they had already been through.
When you tell someone you have a dragon and they tell everyone. Everyone thinks you’re crazy.
Walking into school I could feel everyone staring. My dragon coiled its tail around my neck so tight I could barely breathe. I knew no one else could see it.
At lunch I sat alone under a tree. Rob sat down beside me. I glanced over at him. He twitched and rubbed his ear.
‘I can’t see your dragon but I believe you when you say it’s there,’ he said, ‘I have a goblin, it drives me crazy.’
We smiled at each other and my dragon licked my nose.
Writing Prompt #43: He was losing everyone he cared about, he pushed some away but the rest had been lured.
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The wind ruffled his hair. She liked how it sent his fringe tumbling over his eyes. This would be the last time she saw him looking like this, strong, handsome, his skin glowing with the last rays of a dramatic sunset. As if sensing her gaze he turned to face her. Sadness tinged his eyes. ‘Are you having doubts?’
‘No,’ she shook her head. ‘Though it is a long way down and the river fast flowing.’
‘It is, but we are together. That’s all that matters.’ He reached for her hand. Their shoulders touched as they sat on the railing of a bridge. They looked down at the raging river below them. The breeze smelled sweetly of honeysuckle. ‘Scared?’
‘A little,’ she tried to look nonchalant, swinging her bare legs over the gorge.
‘We don’t have to jump you know.’
‘But you’ll think I’m a coward.’
‘No I won’t,’ he…
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Writing Prompt #42: She thought she was dreaming but it turned out that everything she had just seen was real.
Dragonition 