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captivate
Her eyes locked me in their deadly tango. I was afraid to look at her, and afraid to look away. She was hypnotizingly horrible, captivatingly cruel. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawks, underneath that silver, bowl haircut. She looked like a soldier from the Middle Ages, fiercely prepared for battle.
dot
The dot was just there. Besmirching my perfect, clean surface. I was obsessed. I stared at it for hours on end. Nothing would remove it. It was just there. Taunting me. Belittling my inadequacies.
doors
I thought about the choice that lay in front of me. How can I describe it? Two doors. Identical. Both made of some kind of hard wood, plain brass door knob, and nothing exceptional surrounding them. Just two plain doors in a plain room. It was funny though. I knew that whichever I chose would influence my life greatly. Any choice does, really.
stealth
I don't think I saw it coming. Life was always like that, creeping up on you. I didn't know you were going to appear to me. I didn't know we were talk for hours about meaningless things. I didn't know you were going to make me happy. And I most definitely didn't know you were going to save me. So you and life crept up on me. Masters of stealth you were.
wrought
The chains you've wrought are wound around my wrists. I can't run away from you and you drag me down down down until there's nothing but you, me and the darkness. I don't know whether I want to run away, or whether I just enjoy the chase, and pull, and haul. You're just taking me down into loving you.
backlit
The girl stood at the edge of the precipice. That's all that I could see. This tiny silhouette, backlit by the dying ember that was the sun. I wanted to call out, pull her away from that ledge, but the two halves of my mind were on two different planets, one admiring the eerie beauty of this girl in danger, and the other crying out for me to save her.
wistful
I guess all I can do is hold my tongue, wanting to call after you, and just watching your back as you walk away. I can't tell you what's on my mind for fear that you'll just run, leave, like all the others. I will stare at you in wistful reverie Wondering how we came to be.
collection
It's sad to think I can just pack up Just leave with my collection of trinkets, memories. That's all they'll ever be. This is the end here. I will leave you all behind. Au revoir. Arrivederci. Auf Wiedersehen. Goodbye. All you can ever be is my memories, packed into one little suitcase, left in a box on the shelf, blown away with the dust.
creative
I can't feel it Packaged up and shipped on like some plastic little clone. I don't have feelings Emotions are overrated, Overbearing, Overused. This place is a trap, it's my box. And all I can do is wait until I get plucked off the shelf as a defect.
steady
Your hands enveloped my tiny fists. Your feet were giant platforms which guided mine into waltz. I could hug you and all the baddies, monsters, bullies, would run and run and run. You are my orbit. You are my rock. But above everything else you are my daddy.
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