❝ writing prompts ❞ ──────☆────── ➸ prompts written by me and other scratchers ➸ prompts are below! ✂- - - note: feel free to comment any writing prompts for me to add! ⤿ credits: ➸ pinterest for the photos ♕ qotp: what are you currently writing? promtps: I wonder what it's like on Earth, being able to breathe without oxygen tanks, feeling something beneath your feet that my grandmother told me is called "grass". My sister died seven weeks ago. But I see her everyday. The bombs were finally gone. My sister was smiling in the first time in a year. The sun was peeking through the ash and smoke. So why was I so depressed? My brother tells me its just a lake. But I know what's underneath the clear glassy surface. Only I know what's beyond the galaxy. I wonder what its like outside of prison. On good days, Alice only had to go through near death experiences once or twice. Write a murd*r mystery where all of the suspects think they accidentally k*lled the victim (so essentially they all think they are guilty). Write a story about someone who pulls a trick that goes too far, eventually involving the government. A froze at the mention of the name B said, and B stared at A knowingly. "That used to be yours, wasn't it?" B asked. "That used to be your name, before you changed it. Why did you change it? Where you trying to hide?" A nodded slightly, still drinking in the sound of the name (s)he hadn't heard in so long. B paused before adding, "Hiding from... who?" ---Prompts from other Scratchers: I didn't mean to kill her. It was moving - why was it moving? It shouldn't have been moving, not on its own. She scratched his face from the photograph. She would get her revenge. -@smalltoe I woke up, I had a throbbing pain in my head. I didn't know what happened to me. I didn't know who I was. Someone came out of the darkness around me. I tried to run, but found I was bound to a metal chair. Water enclosed myself. I was drifting from consciousness. If your wondering, no, it's not from lack of air that I'm going unconscious! No, no, no. It's because of my power. I was in bed, wide awake. I heard my window open, I gasped, seeing a figure come into my room. I didn't see much more after that. I was out cold. -@AmethysttheSilkwing I woke up, trembling with anticipation. It was time. I was engulfed in inky darkness. What was out there? I didn't know. Although my friend's death was years ago, it will always stay in my mind. The scream that sent shivers through my marrow. The 'thump' of wood against skin. The 'crack' of a bone breaking. And the never-ending guilt. I woke up in the morning to the realization something had changed, although I wasn't sure what. I got out of bed and went downstairs to greet my mum, who was making toast. instead of enveloping me in a hug like usual, she stared right through me. 'I'm... invisible,' I realized. Another question came to my mind. 'Am I... dead?' - I stared at the wall, horror struck. I thought I had been imagining it, but there it was, clear as day, Blood. And as I looked, I noticed something. The blood spelled out something. I gasp in horror as I realise what it says. "You can't save them. It's too late." - The crashing ocean waves swallowed up my words. It was to late. Too late to be saved. My head was plunged in the water, by an invisible hand. I didn’t know how much time I had left. But it wasn’t much. - Family I ran. Ran faster than I had ever run before. I crashed in to my bed and hid. Soon, too soon, he opened the door. It was him, probably the most dangerous person in the world. His name was... - Too far. Too far. I fell down, down, down, but I wasn't scared. I knew this would come, eventually. I slid through the air like a knife through butter, and then hit the ground..... When I opened my eyes, I saw my body crumpled on the ground below. I was dead. - it seemed like the right choice at the time. before the prophecy. i opened my palm and i sighed. the strange markings were still there. cece had gone mad. my best friend was crazy. or was she? had she really seen the visions too? -
