Category - Writing Prompts

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Bear Sightings
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Night Walks
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Taking Leave
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Crawling to Death
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Memorize
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Day at the Museum
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Magic Bottle
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Facing the Morning
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Haunted Forest
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First Day of Knowing Nothing

Bear Sightings

Randall tromped through the muddy fields. The snow had just nearly melted off and there was more brown than white in the fields. He’d tied his boots extra tight so that he wouldn’t lose them, but the mud wasn’t that soft yet. He only sank in two inches, and his boots were getting heavy and[…]

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Night Walks

She could feel the cold of the stones through her slippers. Fern thought fondly of her boots that were tucked away under her bed. She would look obscured traipsing through the castle with boots on, not to mention they tended to be louder when she was trying to sneak around. She really had no hope[…]

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Taking Leave

“What do you do for leisure?” I asked Tiffany. She scrunched her face together in thought and threaded a red strand of hair behind her ear. “You know, I don’t remember.” Tiffany released her face and laughed. “That’s pretty sad isn’t it? Why do you ask?” I forced air through my lips, as if that[…]

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Crawling to Death

Tiffany reached. She stretched her body, willing herself to grow longer like a cat too lazy to get up and play. Tiffany wasn’t too lazy or tired. She was damn near broken into bite-sized pieces. Blood dripped from her nose in a steady beat. Her shirt stuck to the floor with blood. Her right ankle[…]

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Memorize

Taylor squinted at the list. She was supposed to memorize all the numbers on it. It wasn’t going well. She tucked her hair behind her ear and began reading. 8394950, 9487373, 2837495, 383493, . . . She rubbed her eyes, sure that they were about to burst into flame. She looked up at the white[…]

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Day at the Museum

I stumble into the bathroom, hoping for a break from the chaos in the halls, but find a group of preschoolers enjoying the acoustics of the tiled bathroom. Their high-pitched screams echo off the hard surfaces and I decide the cacophony outside is preferable to the screeches and giggles in here. One of the teachers[…]

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Magic Bottle

There was a whimper from the back room. Ted turned to look, but the scowling bald man behind the counter let him know that his curiosity was not wanted. Ted swallowed and scanned the shelves of glass for something that might look magical. Perhaps he should get something very old looking and grubby or perhaps[…]

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Facing the Morning

Lilly stared up at the crack in the ceiling and pulled her covers up to her chin, unable to break the connection she felt with the crack that stared back at her. It felt as if all the expectations of the day would slip through it like a rain drop and land on her head.[…]

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Haunted Forest

I wanted to shout, but I was mute. Nothing came out. It’s hard to speak when all the air is knocked out of your body. I could only stare dumbly at the specter as it grinned revealing more of his skeletal form than I would ever wish to see. Invisible icy fingers were squeezing me[…]

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First Day of Knowing Nothing

The fragrant buns paraded past Kendra as she stood in the kitchen clenching her arms to her chest. It was her first day and she had been ordered to watch from the wall as the morning’s work was loaded up on trays and put on carts for delivery. “You’ll get squashed like a bug.” Don[…]

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