Prompt: If you could invent/change/manipulate any law what would it be? Someone has broken this law. Write a story about him/her
He gasps for breath. Run run run, this is all that is going through his head. He risks a peek behind him. He longs for the ability to scream. Right, left, left, right. After a while he hears silence. He turns around and heaves a sigh of relief. He rushes home. He blocks everything else out of his mind and focuses on just one thing, his typewriter. He begins to type. His hands moving faster than ever before, after no time at all he’s finished. He looks at the time, 12 a.m.
Time really does pass, doesn’t it. He slumps into bed. He feels his whole body going numb.
Alexander Monroe 1876-1905
Cause of death: Unknown
In this world you cannot talk. It is not illegal, you are just physically unable to speak. Everyone in this world has to get their mouth sewn shut as soon as they are born. Everyone has to do it. We are capable of communicating through thought. Alexander Monroe is both a hero and a criminal. He has committed a crime. In this world it is illegal to write. The penalty for breaking this law is death.
Prompt: You are in a scary forest and you come across a mansion. What is inside?
I run away. Running away from all the things that I can’t hold. To all the things that have killed me. To all the things that made my life an everlasting hell. I run. Through a forest of beautiful autumn trees. I run straight through, until I hear the sound of my lifes problems stop chasing after me. I risk a look back and I trip onto the ground. I look up to see a mansion that wasn’t there before. I don’t know what, but something about it doesn’t seem safe to me. I pull myself up and hear the door creak open. I’m greeted with nothing. Just an open door to a mysterious abandoned mansion. I know that I shouldn’t. Every cell in my body is telling me no, but I feel my curiosity growing stronger. I go in. I don’t see anything. Everything is pitch black. I close my eyes, and when opening them again I see a memory. I feel tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to remember. I just want to forget all of things relating to my past, but I can’t help it. I scream. Everything goes black. A noise wakes me up. It’s a loud noise. It sounds like a woman moaning. I stand. I see a small light in the distance. I walk towards the only thing I have. I look down and see a kitten. A small kitten. I heave a sigh of relief. I crouch onto the ground to pet it. “You scared me little guy,” I say. There was a collar around his neck. I see that his name is Mr. Tickles, but something is strange. It has two dates on it. 1960-1965. I look at the kitten in fear. I don’t see a cute little kitten anymore. It was dead. I scream and throw it on the ground. I stand up quickly, but stumble. I see a hand in front of me. A man’s voice said, “I see you’ve found my kitten.” I look up at the man, and I regret it. I scream as loud as i possibly could.This is how I disappeared…….
Rest in peace
Alice: 2003-2017
Prompt: You're in a bar. You meet someone that you think you may get along with. Somewhere along the conversation someone taps you on the shoulder looks at you and says, "you can see her too?"
She won’t stop looking at you. Today you’ve drowned in your own tears, you think you deserve a little fun. You wonder what she looks like when she’s crying. You wonder what she sounds like when she screams. Memories from your past remind you of all the things you lost. “YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE,” says a female voice in your head. You see the people you love. The people you miss. The people you killed. The last thing you see is a white rose stained in red. You walk to her. While you two are speaking, you feel nostalgic. Is it because of the way that she talks? Is because of what she’s saying? You hear someone call your name, “XXXXX.” You turn around to see the only person you care about who is still here. You asked to be excused as you start to walk slowly to your one and only friend. “What,” you ask, “it was actually going well this time.” Your friend looks at you and with a serious look on their face they respond with, “You see her too?” You feel a chill running down your spine. As you slowly turn around you see her. Not the stranger you thought might be another victim, but you see…..
1960-1987
It’s all just a memory now. Wait. Why am I dead?
