I think this is such an interesting character to explore.
via Fear that he would outlive ….
I really loved this short story. It’s centred around the villain essentially and the way they think what they are doing is good.
via The Curse
via Dancing Nymphs
A mystical story in response to Image Writing Prompt #50.
I love this it is interesting perspective to write from.
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.
A beautiful little response
I like the way they weave the story in such a poetic form.
‘He’s right behind me isn’t he,’ I asked.
‘Actually he’s right in front of you,’ she said.
‘What were?’ I asked looking around and checking behind me just in case.
‘He’s the cat,’ she said.
The cat who had been stalking up and down the coffee table, arched its back and hissed at her.
‘Sorry Dad,’ she said, ‘but he would have found out eventually.’
‘Don’t tell me he’s a shape shifter,’ I groaned.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said to the cat, ‘I shouldn’t have talked about you behind your back but you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.’
The cat yowled at me and stalked out of the room. A minute later a tall ginger haired man stalked into the room.
‘You should be more careful with your words young man,’ he said, ‘especially if you want to keep seeing my daughter.
Every way she turned there was something reflecting her. She’d catch glimpses of her face, her legs or the whole of herself. Often it gave her a fright she didn’t connect to the person in the mirror. It wasn’t that she wasn’t self-aware it was the person reflected in the mirror was not who she was. It was like seeing herself in a costume she had forgotten she had put on. She tried not to look in mirrors for the most part but here she couldn’t avoid them. She was trapped in a house full of mirrors.
The roof was also the walls, it sloped up making a triangle at either end of two long walls. Trees hugged either side, stretching branches to arch over the roof, providing both shade and camouflage. Most people didn’t even notice it was there. The strange shaped house was cosy and deserted. He crept up and peered through the window between the almost closed curtains. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. No one had been inside for months. He tried the door it was locked but the key was buried in a pot plant. He crept inside and looked around. He would make it his if no one returned, it was perfect.
This is such a nice story in response to Image Writing Prompt #29. It just make me feel happy reading it. DJ and Ella have such a lovely relationship. Here is the link to Teara’s story:
Writing Challenge #24: Start with a single word for example dragon and write it in the middle of your page. Then write words that you associate with your word (dragon) around it with lines connecting back to the word (dragon) such as fire, flying, and scales. Then do the same for each of those words.
Writing Challenge #23: Describe a single object using only one sense per paragraph.
Writing Challenge #22: Write a four part/paragraph short story or poem. For your first paragraph write in a fantasy genre, in the second write in a science fiction genre, in the third write in a thriller genre and in the last write in a romance genre.
Writing Challenge #21: Write from the perspective of a character who is not central to the plot or who is not the main hero. For example the side kick or the friend of the character that everything is happening to.
Writing Challenge #20: Write a short story or poem in second person.
Writing Challenge #19: Write the final scene then work backward to where it all began.
Writing Challenge #18: Write about where you are without using what you see only use your other four senses to describe where you are.
Writing Prompt #230: He glanced at her but wasn’t quick enough to catch the glare she shot his way.
Writing Prompt #229: She took up the whole table with her maps but if they were going to find the treasure they had to do it properly and without getting lost.
Writing Prompt #228: The clock struck midday and the pigeons resting on the clock tower took off with a clatter of wings.
Writing Prompt #227: Learning to read minds accurately took longer than he expected but he was starting to get the hang of it.
Writing Prompt #226: She should have dealt with the boy sooner before he grew up to be such a huge problem.
Writing Prompt #225: The most likely place to find most people was at their home but with him it was the library or the running track.
Writing Prompt #224: She looked up at the five story graffiti covered walls of the laneway wondering if she could scale them and escape.
Writing Challenge #17: Write a short sentence, now rearrange it as many ways as you can to change the meaning. For example:
Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Up the hill went Jack and Jill.
Jack went up the hill and Jill…
Writing Prompt #223: He turned on the lights when he heard the strange noise, he wondered why people didn’t try it more often on TV.
Writing Prompt #222: She couldn’t understand how anyone could sleep in such a noisy house, someone was always awake playing music.
Writing Prompt #221: He sat down at the piano and just played to the empty room for hours.
Writing Prompt #220: Her laptop came alive, walking towards her on spindly metal legs.
Writing Prompt #219: He looked around at the mess in his room realising he would never get it clean.
Writing Prompt #218: The house creaks with every gust of wind and every movement of the people inside.