Writing Prompts & Detailed SentencesA Story by Rose Hello! Need a few ideas on what to write? It's okay! We all get stuck sometimes! I'll share some ideas I've had for dialog ideas and writing prompt ideas! Feel free to take and use what you please! Hello! Do you need or want some ideas to get those creative brain juices flowing? Well I have some dialog and writing prompts that are free for your use! Take whatever you please! After all, writers must help each other! If you have some prompts you'd like to share, be my guest! I'd love to hear some ideas! A large, massive, online brainstorming! Anyways, here are some of mine! The screams echoed, not even sirens could create such sounds. The edges of her lips curled ever so slightly, forming a gentle, yet unsettling smile. She traced her fingers against the cold stone. Every mark, telling a story. He was not a monster, no. He was something far worse, far more despicable, far more intelligent, far more capable. He was human. She fell to her knees, the ashes burning her hands and knees. The flames around her were towering over her like a castle, like the one she burned to the ground. A woman, about five four with red hair and blue eyes- those blue eyes, those unmistakable icy cold, blue eyes. He lowered himself slightly, the rough rope in his hands. He looked down, his eyes widened and his breath quickened, the “Diamond” he was to retrieve, was not a real diamond, but a girl. She stood on the edge of the castle wall, she swayed ever so gently, as if one breath would push her off. The girl was quick, too quick for anyone else. She darted in and out of the trees faster than any human could, but I suppose that is the thing. She isn’t human. I feel the cold stone against my neck as I turn my head slightly. I see him, my father. Disappointment and sadness fills his eyes as he raises the axe. I close my eyes and brace myself for the darkness that is sure to engulf me- but it doesn’t come. I raise the spoon to my lips, the warm soup brings forth a warmth I haven’t felt in years. The warmth of home. The train rumbles as it jolts forward for a brief moment, then continuing on slowly. Suddenly, something catches my eye, a blinking, one on the tracks, but it is too late. When I call out, I am interrupted by loud crashes, and then I find myself hanging off of my seat. He wore a smile filled with innocence as he took my hand, but I knew better, that smile didn’t fool me. I knew that even the devil would tremble at his touch. As I looked over my shoulder, I noticed his smile. It was a smile of a wolf, but it was worn by a human. Their smiles hid more than what met the eyes of the people. The blood curdling screams, the ones coming from the little girl’s mouth, they were not human, were they? The man lay curled up on the floor, screaming about something. He was insane, mad, hopeless- or so they thought. I let out a wail as a cold numbness spread throughout me. I couldn’t be saved, I was already one of them. “Ah, what an amazing day this is going to be!” My little brother cheered as he shook me awake. His favorite day was always Saint Patrick’s day, but only because he had red hair. We walked downstairs, but both froze when we looked outside. Other houses around ours were in ruins, smoldering, too. No leprechaun’s luck could save us now. He looked to the ground, his eyes filled with the deepest sadness. Guilt washed over me like a wave. I watched his frown slowly transformed into a smile, then into a wolfish grin. I backed up slightly, but I continued to watch out of curiosity. He looked up, his head slightly tilted, which just added to the eeriness surrounding him. His eyes were crazed, but also- bloodthirsty? Yes. How a wild animal looks when it is hungry. I extended my cold hand towards the light, my breath slowly fading from me. As my last seconds of breath disappear, I am thrusted up onto a large rock. I look around, nervous, jittery, and weak. I was in the ocean, but how? One moment ago I was just in my bed. All of the other kids have their fuzzy, warm, inviting imaginary friends, but mine? Mine is a silhouette that drips with death, and with sorrow. It lurks in the darkest corners of my room, and when it talks to me, it speaks of promises and secrets. Isn’t it odd? A handshake can be so many things. It can do so many things. It can be the start of peace, or friendships, maybe even wars. But in this case? It unlocked an ancient seal that was unbeknownst to me until five seconds ago.
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