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Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | Sable. Yes, that was the word. That was the word that had taken him so long to remember. Why did it matter? Why...why...oh. The night. Sable. Dark and comforting. Sable. Midnight yet? He glanced at his watch. Come and past. Ah well. It was still here, still sable. He should have sent the signal an hour ago, it seems, b... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 300 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | He stretched out his arms; it felt good to be moving again. Bits of dust fell far below him, but it did not bother him, he had slept for a long time, but it was time for him to wake up. He stood up, stretching his leg muscles, his claws gripping the edge with precision, helping him to remain balanced. He gazed out over... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 301 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | His foot slipped on a wet spot and he clasped the upper rung, narrowly catching himself. He forced a tired leg up the next few steps and stopped. The moonlight caught his face and illuminated his body. The wind gusted east, sending his long hair in front of his eyes. The toolbox linked to his body by the sturdy carabin... | 3 | 0 | 14 | 302 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | The binoculars were next to useless.
She yielded them to the ledge, laced her fingers and nested her head inside palms. Beautiful, perhaps, but treacherous, the moon. From her aerie across from the tower, she could see nothing for the glow of the moon.
The radio crackled, buzzed.
*... contact?* it demanded. *Repe... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 303 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | They say that once every 11 years, the moon would glow bright red and a tower would burst out of the ground and into the skies. Known as the ghost of the Christmas shadows, this tower usually wrecked havoc for a few hours and disappeared by dawn. But tonight something unusual occurred. Rather than simply popping out of... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 304 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | At the cusp of night, all that flourished in thought was the gaze of his wife's eyes, the depths of the ocean he was sailing on, and the breath of time. Hope wasn't gone. Hope was simply the memory he saw, amidst the fogginess of the harbor. As he sailed in on bay, he saw the twinkle of night life in the far distance... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 305 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | In the middle of a desert, near a small town, the Dark Tower stood tall in the night sky. Almost as black as the backdrop of space it stood against, this was not a sight one would want to go seeing. Moonlight shied away from its inky exterior, as if scared of getting too close. Everyone knew about the tower, yet it was... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 306 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | I was on the balcony watching him down below when she asked me ”Do you ever see letters in things?” He had been standing by the traffic light for about twenty minutes and by my count he had managed to get thirty-two cigarettes from stopped cars.
“I mean, buildings or landscape or whatever? The beach down the road from ... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 307 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | I hate Paris. I alway have. But then I met you, and you're in Paris and I love you. I don't hate Paris anymore. Now, I loathe it. | 1 | 0 | 14 | 308 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | The darkest night shone nothing short of melancholy upon my pale skin. I looked to the sky for guidance but not a star was there to guide me. The world had turned its back, as I drifted into a state of unconsciousness. I was never free. But years of pain had brought me to this moment in time. This moment, where I had m... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 309 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | The broken reflections cry out in frustration, their anger lashing out at me from every side. This place is mine, an empty space I leave filled with my memories too painful to bear. This decrepit construct, long since forgotten by all but the rats that have made it their home, is my sanctuary from the lemmings who wand... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 310 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | Fuck Mars... I'm going to the moon. | 1 | 0 | 14 | 311 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 14 | 312 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | Nightfall. It came and went with an enigmatic sense of urgency, much like the dark streets only occasionally illuminated by lamps. That darkness was completely ambiguous and so very hostile. A misanthropic Darwinist experiment that favored violent, primeval minds. I walked at a brisk pace through a dank path next to a ... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 313 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | We stood at the top of that tower ready to jump, the moon shining a bright orange behind us.
“Can you do it?” I asked my son.
“Duh, stupid. I told you I could,” he whined.
I knew he was scared. I planned on pushing him off if he didn’t go himself. I had also been planning for him to do this by himself for a whil... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 314 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 315 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | The glow of the moon bathed her in its warmth... well not its warmth, the moon was never warm and the cool breeze sent chills up her spine. But the red glow made it almost *seem* like it should be warm. The hunters moon it was called... or was it the harvest moon? She shook her head attempting to clear it with the phys... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 316 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who finds Paris' slogan full of shit. "City of Love?" Who are they kidding? I am looking at a homeless man being passed up by every woman, child, businessman, tourist, punk-rocker, and loony. Then again, there is what I would assume to be a young couple looking rather romantic as they s... | 5 | 0 | 14 | 317 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | They thought that they could go to the moon. "It looks so close!" they all proclaimed. It should be only a week's work away, at most! That week turned into two, into four, into months, years. Still, they carried on, breathless anticipation turned dejected stubbornness. Eventually, as the decades passed, their project w... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 318 |
Picture Prompt; Write 500 words or less with this
image as the inspiration. | The air is unclean. Unclean in a way that defies belief, straining my imagination and sanity. As I stand on the abandoned streets of Paris the dull ocher light of the moon casts no shadows and provides no comfort. Everywhere in the world, this dust. It clouds the sky and clots on the water. Nothing has escaped it;... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 319 |
[FF] Voice(s) on the radio. | -A: I don't know what I'm going to do without you.
-B: You'll be fine. You already have someone to take care of that for you.
-A: It's not the same, it never has been.
-B: What do you want me to say? I tried to be there for you but I wasn't good enough.
-A: You were. You were too good for me. That's why I was s... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 320 |
[FF] Voice(s) on the radio. | J- Dude, you're an asshole
M- Come on, it wasn't that bad man!
J- You shit on his desk! How is that not that bad?
M- Well *I* thought it was hilarious
J- Dude, that's never funny. What if you had a desk, and someone just went and shit on it?
M- Negatory Broseph. Why would I have a desk? I want to be a pilot, pilot... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 321 |
[FF] Voice(s) on the radio. | 1) Darling, why are we here?
2) Do you not remember this place?
1) We've been here before? Why would I bring you here, to this dump of all places?
2) This place, I can't stop thinking about it, it rests in my mind, I walk it my dreams, I can't stop coming back.
1) You sound like you've been obsessing over it.
2) I... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 322 |
[FF] Voice(s) on the radio. | G: I am confused.
H: How can you be possibly confused?
G: By that smudge.
H: What smudge? I do not see a smudge.
G: It is on this piece of paper.
H: But George, there is no smudge on that paper.
G: That is what is so confusing, I see the smudge but nobody else does.
H: Maybe you should have your eyes checked.
G... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 323 |
[FF] Voice(s) on the radio. | A: I love you.
B: Don't talk like that! We're going to make it through. We have to. The baby...
A: Only you have to make it through for the baby to live.
B: No. The baby only needs me to survive. To live, it needs both of us.
C: It's getting intense out here. We need to do something!
B: Please, don't do this. Our... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 324 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 325 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to fight back the tears. I slowly open my eyes to look at you once again. The deep look of pain in your face sends a stab of pain and guilt to mine. "II'm s-s-sorry" I manager to stammer, looking down at my feet before looking back up. "Why" you ask with a voice so broken that I feel... | 6 | 0 | 26 | 326 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I woke up to the incessant screeching of my alarm clock. I was groggy and my head hurt. The noise was sharp against my ears. Shit, I felt hungover. I hadn't drank in days though. I rolled over and turned the alarm off. It read 7:30, usually I had it set for 6:30. I knew I was going to be late. This was a bad morning. T... | 16 | 0 | 26 | 327 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex |
People who smoke are addicted to the pack, not the single cigarette. That's why I would accurately describe myself as one. A single tube filled with harmful substances and bad decisions. A cigarette is smoked once and then thrown away much like dignity, passion or success. I can't be recycled. Instead I'm discarded an... | 9 | 0 | 26 | 328 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | Look at me! Chicken legs, a gut, and stretch marks from where I **used** to be fit... Looking at myself in the mirror while wearing nothing but my underwear makes me question why anyone would ever find me attractive. *Shut up!* I turn the music up and pick up the weight sitting on the floor. *One...* How did I ever let... | 5 | 0 | 26 | 329 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 330 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 331 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | All of them are against me. In their desperate attempts to reconcile their thirst for power and their yearning for attention, they alienate me. Sexuality is their tool, shallowness is their nature, and sloth is their motivation. Without their high castles and their men, they are nothing but distasteful swine. They fear... | 3 | 0 | 26 | 332 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | Okay. You can do this. You're good looking, smart, and god-damn, the ladies will want you. Oh, look at that one over there! She's hot! Now, remember, you don't give a shit about her. You don't want sex. You don't need sex. Fuck her. Fuck that bitch. Did she just look over here? Just act casual. Act natural. I wonder if... | 2 | 0 | 26 | 333 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I looked into those soft, pale eyes. Their not just any eyes. I'm not going to just be looking into them tonight and let them go in the morning. This one, is the one. The way the soft, strawberry blonde hair falls to the arch of the back, the way those lips bite down when they're nervous, the way the freckles frame the... | 3 | 0 | 26 | 334 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 335 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 336 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | "Another day another dollar", I told myself as I hopped off the subway of peering eyes and creeping fingers. Maybe, just maybe today I'll be able to make it to the fourth floor without the melody of the beasts howling at my fullmoon.
I made my way down the hall to Mr. Baxstons office. Photo's of his prized horse lined... | 1 | 0 | 26 | 337 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | The horror consumes me.
As I looked down at the pencil thick device, I wondered how my life came to this. Just yesterday, my dreams ran wild with outrageous aspirations and childish endeavors.
Now, I sit breathless, waiting for the Devil to envelop me. I'm only sixteen for Christ's sake! I'm too young to raise a chi... | 4 | 0 | 26 | 338 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I don't love my job. I don't hate it either. I just do it.
I'm an accountant. I work as an accountant. I am more. Well, there's more to me. I don't know.
I'm single, and get reminded of that fact at least daily by an overbearing, well meaning mother. She'll bring it up as a joke, but its really a trojan horse, filled... | 3 | 0 | 26 | 339 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I wrapped my fingers around the syringe, eyes locked on the burnt and dented spoon I was sticking it into. Careful now with the plunger, have to make sure I get every last drop into this sucker. Cotton looks dry enough, so I set the spoon down beside me and tap the needle to get any bubbles out. A bubble to the heart a... | 2 | 0 | 26 | 340 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I sit at the bar looking around at the same crowd that comes in every night. Different people, same crowd. I twist my black straw around in my drink waiting for the bartender to acknowledge me. He's had a long shift. The asshole next to me has been jawing on and on about all the guns he has at home. Probably to compens... | 1 | 0 | 26 | 341 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 26 | 342 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | I’ve never understood the whole “difficulties of being a woman” mentality I am constantly reminded of by endless tampon commercials or my cousin Jenny (divorced with two kids and yet another on the way). In my eyes, everyone goes through difficult times – mine just so happen to include monthly menstruation. But instead... | 2 | 0 | 26 | 343 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | Oh shit, where am I? My head. I gotta call my girl. What am I going to tell her? I didn’t mean to do it, you know how it is - I drank too much. I won’t tell her. I’ll get someone to cover for me and say I crashed at their place. Oh, my head.
“Hi honey, I know it’s early, just calling so you don’t worry. I bu... | 1 | 0 | 26 | 344 |
Writing Prompt: First Person - Opposite Sex | DING. It was the next stop on the bus. It was hard to breathe in, the air was thick and heavy it was the hottest day on record. The smell of pungent sweat and cheap purfume surrounded me. I have the sudden urge to kick the shit out of whoever designed the windows to open only 3 and a half inches. I can feel my own swea... | 1 | 0 | 26 | 345 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | As the waters of the Atlantic crashed over the South Carolinian shore, I sat in my tent. The camp had long since fallen silent. However, I was awake, poring over maps by candlelight. The lives of my men are far more important than sleep. Besides, the thought of my men suffering prevented any attempts to sleep.
The Ya... | 5 | 0 | 43 | 346 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | He appeared on my island one day in a flurry of storm, lightning, and churning waves, a small bundle of child in one arm, and a chest of frayed tomes in his other. Despite the tempest raging, not a drop of moisture landed on him, so I thought of him as a god. And as a mere mortal, was it not my place to worship him? I ... | 4 | 0 | 43 | 347 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | It isn't me committing these acts. It isn't me. It isn't me. I'm a normal guy, I thought while posting the pictures of my latest slain upon my shrine. My offering to those recently deceased. It isn't my fault that I have to honor the dead. They are dead. And *someone* has to honor them. Since they'll never be found. Si... | 3 | 0 | 43 | 348 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | We were only taking orders.
To kill and to exterminate, they were only orders. But were they followed reluctantly? That I am not sure of. When I heard the sick and weary cries they made when they were kicked and shot and beaten was I detested of them or of the soldier who followed orders?
To this day I shall never k... | 4 | 0 | 43 | 349 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | They have no idea what's coming. These people surround me and they think they are so noble and powerful. Feeding the children wants of materialistic items. These people disgust me. They feel as though they can disgrace me and my people? No. Not anymore. I need to make a statement. Should I go through with this? Is this... | 10 | 0 | 43 | 350 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Here I am.
Beautiful night. Waters calm.
Oh hello. How are you?
Wait a minute.
What are you doing?
Please be careful.
Ouch! Are you okay?
Oh no. Please get up.
Goodbye ship.
What a beautiful night. | 37 | 0 | 43 | 351 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Really? Again? How many times do I have to show her I love her. Those blue eyes, golden blonde hair, her incredible fashion sense. Sometimes I really think its me. Sometimes I don't feel good enough. It cant be my hair? I've been told I can be a bit assertive, but you have to be in my position. I mean, I have friends..... | 15 | 0 | 43 | 352 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | This ended up far longer than I expected. Apologies. Haven't really written any pure prose in about 5 years, hopefully it's not as bad as I think.
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The holo displays around him flickered with every vibration that came through the hull. Some showed numbers, all falling swiftly. Others, formations of arrows, arran... | 8 | 0 | 43 | 353 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Ruby slippers. The last remnants of my dear sister, ignominiously done in by a flying house. Not even proper time to grieve for the loss of my sister, my best friend. That monster Glinda convinced the stupid farmgirl to take my sister's heirlooms - rightfully MINE - off of her still-cooling corpse. And those pathetic M... | 7 | 0 | 43 | 354 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | You think you're free? How sad, someone of such intellect believing in such bullshit. There is no freedom anywhere in this day. Gone are the times of privacy and secrecy amongst friends. Your entire life and dirty past are only a click away. Everything you like, feel, want, and need is monitored by companies trying to ... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 355 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | I sit here in my leather desk chair, staring out my enormous window from my pitch black office. I can see the entire city from this spot. I can see the fires rising from the chaos that I have created. Lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating shadows of people ravaging the streets below, believing they are all god... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 356 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 43 | 357 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | I never look in the mirror anymore. It's not that I'm ashamed of what I've done. I have never been one for remorse. I don't look, because she doesn't. It's not fair that I should be able to admire my Adonis-like physique while decomposition prevents her eyes from ever seeing again. I may be a murderer, but I'm not impo... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 358 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 43 | 359 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 43 | 360 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | I thought i had just figured everything out. I had just been named All State quarterback; my mom and dad just renewed their vows and my girlfriend is beautiful and nice. Until this nerdy kid showed up... He... He took my Girlfriend. That's what I was leaning on when my parents were gonna get divorced. That's what I was... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 361 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | He became the ugly creature, a bitter shell of man I once called my brother. I remember when we were young children we would hunt for shells on the lonely, abandoned beach near our home near Cape Cod. Those were simple times and I held onto those memories dearly for as long as I could. I tried to hold on to the memory ... | 3 | 0 | 43 | 362 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Dear Diary,
I've done it! I am finally the headmistress. Now I can set about teaching these precious, impressionable, unruly children how to behave. I promise myself that I will not shrink from punishing them, because it is all for their own good, and the good of the wizarding world.
My office is quite cozy, however,... | 9 | 0 | 43 | 363 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | The General (for this is the name he called himself) watched the blurry lights of the yacht drift through the night's sea-fog, barely visible through its inky and invisible shadow, and hoped. At his feet lay his last kill, its form sprawled shapelessly in the thick underbrush, staining it with blood and viscera that ma... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 364 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view |
I'm in Hong Kong, as a gang member's radial artery is slashed open in a street fight.
I'm in Pittsburgh, as an elderly woman slips into a deep sleep, unbeknownst to her family members in the next room.
I'm in Damascus, as a fourteen year old boy is forced to become a man as his father is killed by a Al-Assad snipe... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 365 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 43 | 366 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 43 | 367 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | m(This is from Minecraft-- I'm sure all Minecrafters can guess who this is.)
Pungent smelling water drips down from the stone ceiling. The splintery wood on the abandoned supports is damp. Coal dust covers my blue, torn up shirt.
My pants are very dirty from kneeling here all day, waiting, waiting for that man ... | 5 | 0 | 43 | 368 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | This country is still at war, one which so few even remember. How could they, if the fighting had reached its apex so long ago? There are no battles anymore and no bloodshed to remind us of the reality of it all. Just a set of rules, a treaty crushing us into our crumbling borders and making us weak.
But the fighting ... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 369 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | The screams of another person fall on deaf ears under my boot. The audible approach to distinguishing the barrier between human pain and human sacrifice is not only a childish game but one for the feeble minded. No, I feel it. I feel the winter air brush the vibrations of death through my feet and the leathery harness ... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 370 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Finally, I don't regret my choice in shoes. These trainers have just the right amount of support, but don't restrict too much movement. Not to mention they're red. I love red.
Dammit, my mind's wandering. Again. I must be getting bored. Why am I bored? I don't like being bored, I didn't choose to be bored... Ahh... th... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 371 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | He laughed through his gas mask. Nobody would ever understand him. People take things much too seriously. People have always said "the world is your stage," yet everybody chooses to be the same person. Nobody dares step out of line, or do something unique. The police had already captured him. They were walking him to t... | 2 | 0 | 43 | 372 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Why are they so resistant? Don't they know that even now they are but a means to an end? A strategic position, nothing more. I saw in the eyes of their general as he stood against my men was a burning inferno of seething rage. Why do they hate me so, is their cause more true than mine? I burn these meaningless villages... | 1 | 0 | 43 | 373 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 43 | 374 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | I deal in fear. People will look back on my life and say, I was a monster. Broken. These things I cannot deny. I've killed more people than you'd like to know, in more painful ways than you'd like to imagine. But I don't think people truly appreciate my work. Before my time, as some would put it. You see, I may trade o... | 3 | 0 | 43 | 375 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | It was on the corner of Fifteenth and May
During a particularly sunny spring day
When I got rather angry at my dear little Janie
On the corner of Fifteenth and May
How it happened I cannot recall
For you see it really was not important at all
But I think it was about a telephone call
That somebody made to dear ... | 1 | 0 | 43 | 376 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 43 | 377 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | Forever has he evaded me, but somehow I have crept through the cracks. I was created here. Brought to existence as an experiment; I was never alive, my existence stuck between the limbo of life and death. Nothing is what it used to be anymore. The air around me dark, void of life. Everything is broken, the lights flick... | -1 | 0 | 43 | 378 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | In jail. Again. How many times am I going to go to jail. Well at least they are giving me the same cell. Crap. I have a cell mate again. I wonder how fast I can get rid of him. Last guy lasted about 5 hours. This guys seems like a wimp. I can probably get him to break in less. Should I do the same thing for the last gu... | 1 | 0 | 43 | 379 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 43 | 380 |
Writing Prompt: Write from an antagonist's point of view | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 43 | 381 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Haiku first try.
You can not see me
I am not he she or it
For I am my own. | 6 | 0 | 14 | 382 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | "Always running through second place" they repeated constantly after losing another event. Preparing months, staying overly consistent with practice, over thinking once again that maybe winning first place could actually happen. Seeing that growing older made people demand more gold medals, when sometimes winning could... | 3 | 0 | 14 | 383 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Sunday morning, twins awake from fitful slumber with sweaty palms. Remembering dreams that found perch within their normally restful minds, they swap questioning then knowing glances, before climbing down from their bunks.
Looking outside together, they grip each other's hands tightly. Rain. During February. Highly u... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 384 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Selecting different tactics than what Nigel previously knew, blue team's creative efforts were still less impressive than they would've liked. Side flanking strangely failed when their opponents were thoroughly bunkered deep down their caves. Instead, they have chosen scare tactics, followed with rapid close combat. Ho... | 3 | 0 | 14 | 385 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Sven wanted home comforts. Nightly dreams painted youthful lanes, teenage alleys, twenty-something streets, each warm, each filled with something lovely. Here, each avenue served notice that Sven wasn't where these memories were formed, where myriad good times seemed promised. They'd warned against this city, listing c... | 3 | 0 | 14 | 386 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Percival dreamed every night, dreams that made Percy wise.
Many opposed Percival's dreams, running towards lies,
Percival knew that hope would find them, stifling their cries,
Percival's dreams would conquer fear, they would open their eyes.
(That was hard) | 2 | 0 | 14 | 387 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Awakening suddenly without clear thought regarding today's rigorous tasks. Soldiers lazily raise their arms high above their clean shaven heads. Sunlight beams through tattered curtains highlighting floating dust particles. Robert arises first, brushes every tooth, combs every hair, mandatory inspections require per... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 388 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | [deleted] | 31 | 0 | 14 | 389 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Rapidly awakened.
Dreams that haunted night, fade away.
Sheets drenched, pillow damp.
First light.
Should tonight frighten; will tomorrow come?
Lover's embrace long lost.
Alone tonight, forevermore.
| 2 | 0 | 14 | 390 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 391 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Rain falls heavily onto cobbled streets.
Thunder asks what lightning's doing.
Children cower beneath their sheets.
Stay inside, great storm's a-brewing.
Ok, I kinda cheated with "a-brewing", but I couldn't think of another way to word that last sentence. | 9 | 0 | 14 | 392 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | I feel like I cheated.
Bodies everywhere. They're dead. Everyone's dead. What happened? Can't remember. Fragments. Just fragments. Shellshock. They call this shellshock. Children. There were children. Daughter, Susan. Jack, Susan's brother. Their mother, Lisa. Married Lisa after college. Lisa's dead. Jack, Susan, Lisa... | 8 | 0 | 14 | 393 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Dark, dusty, damned. Oxygen combined with nitrogen itself whisked through dark streets, sluggishly. Smog, from pipes spewed out, constantly polluting pure atmosphere with black, arriving with some sort of medium grey, halfway between both colours.
Poor houses lined both sides, their walls stuck together, disallowing b... | 6 | 0 | 14 | 394 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 395 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | Fable bleating bleeding heart
Cowering over oceans start,
'Twould never surrender loves purity
Only wicked shrewd severity.
Darkened hour coming late
Feeding upon horror's plate.
Light lingering above mine head
Until mine heart gives, thus dead
None words come through mine mouth,
This ending sure went south
B... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 396 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | >
> Heat blows from forge fires behind opening valves. Tyrone, stepping through them, looks around. Working critters stand around magnificent machines, breathing steam interleaved with their proper perspiration. „Nothing, nothing except stinking purulent bastards“, utters Hugh while wading through whatever black,... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 397 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | That, That right there, almost killed your family.
Your life almost ended from that truck. You're very lucky standing here today | 1 | 0 | 14 | 398 |
[FF] Poem or story without using words less that 4 letters. | They never wondered where their children played. Police officers scold their negligence, after finding these youngsters throwing rocks into traffic. Didn't occur that they should feel responsible. They didn't understand police penalizing them just because their children misbehave.
Officer Toltsky walks back, thinking... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 399 |
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