Writing Prompt #71:
‘You have to get control of your curse before it destroys all of us.’
‘But I don’t want to.’
‘You don’t want to but why?’
‘I want it to destroy everyone in this world.’
Writing Prompt #71:
‘You have to get control of your curse before it destroys all of us.’
‘But I don’t want to.’
‘You don’t want to but why?’
‘I want it to destroy everyone in this world.’
Writing Prompt #440: She could not be like the man she was raised to be because she was not a man.
Writing Prompt #70:
‘What if it breaks?’
‘Then we hold on tighter.’
Writing Prompt #439: He did not trust and so he could not love which made others sad but he did not know what he missed out on and was happy.
Writing Prompt #69:
‘You still write letters?’
‘Yes but not often.’
Writing Prompt #438: She hated the bus but her car wouldn’t start so she was forced to take it or spend hours walking.
Writing Prompt #68:
‘I knew it was your house as soon as I saw your bike.’
Writing Prompt #437: He wasn’t glad he had somebody to talk to, he just wanted to be left alone to process what had happened in his own way.
Writing Prompt #67:
‘Where are we?’
‘Not far enough away.’
‘Have we crossed the border?’
‘Which one we crossed many?’
Writing Prompt #436: She wanted them to tell her what they saw when they looked at her because she could only imagine what she looked like.
Writing Prompt #66:
‘You shouldn’t have lit a fire, it’s how we found you but thanks it made you easy to capture and now it can keep us warm.’
Writing Prompt #435: His many personalities were like masks that he could hide behind when he needed to and even when he didn’t.
Writing Prompt #65:
‘It was worth escaping even if it meant only a few hours in the forest.’
Writing Prompt #434: It was like protecting her from herself when her twin attacked, they were so alike.
Writing Prompt #64:
‘We should keep away from the road.’
‘But that’s exactly what they expect us to do.’
Writing Prompt #433: He wanted to know why he couldn’t just reach up and pull the sky down, even just a little bit so he could see what it felt like but he didn’t they’d told him not to.
Writing Prompt #63:
‘You need a tail.’
‘No, I’m quite happy with my legs.’
Writing Prompt #432: She put it all on the table, laying the objects out neatly, every last thing she owned.
Writing Prompt #62:
‘I chose the worst possible time to accidentally make myself shrink didn’t I?’
‘It could have been worse but you’re right this is pretty bad.’
Writing Prompt #431: He could no longer simply spread his arms and fly away they were chained behind him, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Writing Prompt #61:
‘Are you nervous for your first day?’
‘Not really.’
Writing Prompt #430: They just broke up so she knew that he’d be drunk and she would have to get as far away as possible before he sobered up.
Writing Prompt #60:
‘What’s wrong with her?’
‘She can’t breathe.’
‘Why not?’
‘She breathes air not water.’
Writing Prompt #429: He tried to act like he didn’t care but he knew that they would read everything he felt on his face like it was an open book.
Writing Prompt #59:
‘Do you think she’ll talk to us today?’
Writing Prompt #428: She didn’t want to treat him right anymore she just wanted him gone, as far away as possible.
Writing Prompt #58:
‘Imagine living all the way out here.’
‘Just as well they do, for us at least. We need help.’
Writing Prompt #427: He wasn’t as brave as he was at the start of his captivity he’d learned what there was to fear since then and it had changed him, though he’d never be a coward.
Writing Prompt #57:
‘Do you remember the first time we came here?’
‘Together?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then yes.’
Writing Prompt #426: When she saw it she suddenly remembered she’s seen it all before a long time ago when she was too little to understand it, now she realised it had all been real.
Writing Prompt #56:
‘Look, there it is, I nearly missed it.’
‘Just as well you didn’t we could have been walking forever.’
Writing Prompt #425: He ran away because the flood of shame was overwhelming and he couldn’t bare for anyone he knew to know what he had done.
Writing Prompt #55:
‘The trains haven’t run for years up here, I miss the excitement of avoiding them.’
Writing Prompt #424: She thought the moon seemed proud and haughty shining brightly down on her between the leaves of the tree.
Writing Prompt #54:
‘What are you reading about now?’
‘Why don’t you read it and find out?’
Writing Prompt #423: He used the covers of the bed to pin her in place until she stopped struggling and looked up at him.
Writing Prompt #53:
‘Who built that?’
‘I have no idea, I thought we were the only people in this desert.’
Writing Prompt #422: She let the water lead her home staying close to the coast line until she started to recognise land marks.
Writing Prompt #52:
‘Come on, I’ll race you.’
‘You’ll never win.’
‘Watch me.’
Writing Prompt #421: He regretted his actions but it was too late to change them and he had no choice but to suffer the consequences.
Writing Prompt #51:
‘You shouldn’t be in these woods alone.’
‘You are.’
‘But I’m not a young girl.’
‘So?’
Writing Prompt #420: The boxes were torn apart by greedy hands of children desperate to find something worth eating.
Writing Prompt #50:
‘Do you think we can drink there?’
‘No I heard it was cursed.’
‘But surely a small sip wouldn’t hurt.’
‘I wouldn’t but I can’t stop you.’
Writing Prompt #419: She would never have come out of the woods by choice if she hadn’t heard his voice calling out to her from the fringe of the trees.
Writing Prompt #49:
‘You said it meant forever, apparently forever is only about five months.’
I love this it is interesting perspective to write from.
Writing Prompt #418: His protection came at a price like protection from the rain comes at the cost of being in the shadows.
Writing Prompt #48:
‘I curse you all…’
Writing Prompt #417: In the dark she had no name because it was a name that could only be seen and not heard.
The water pressed in at him from all sides, cold and suffocating. He forced his eyes open, they burned with cold and slowly adjusted to the minimal light. He looked around frantically for the key hoping it wasn’t out of reach on the ocean floor. He could see nothing on the bottom the river sludge had been too stirred up and rose shifting in clouds. Then a tiny stream of bubbles caught his eye. He kicked down his muscles and lungs screaming. The chain attached to his leg catching and pulling at him and his body telling him to go the other way. His hands grazed the bottom. He scrambled for something to grab hold of to keep himself there. Something sharp snagged his fingers and then they touched something that felt right. He was losing consciousness and desperate to breath in but knew he couldn’t. He somehow fumbled the key into the lock at his ankle and breathed in turning the key as he chocked. He rose no longer held down by the concreate and chains. His head broke the surface. He spewed water coughing and gaging. He thrashed his way to the far bank. Spewed more water and collapsed on the rocks. He didn’t even have the energy to find amusement in the fact they’d thrown the key in first to taunt him with hope only to throw him on top of it and leave. They were overconfident and now they would pay for it. When he had a little more energy anyway.