Prompt of the Week

[xunpredictablel]

Harness your inner energy. Let it pour out like your soul on your fingertips, your essence flowing like the ink through your pen. Write in what you truly believe - write about something spiritual. Let your words bite , let them sting , let them make others desire to understand .

Send it to me in a PM and I'll make a special folder for all of them in a section .

[xunpredictablel]

Guys, I'm really disappointed. This wasn't even my idea and I get NO pieces ? Oh well, I guess I'll try again tomorrow .

[xunpredictablel]

New prompt of the week .
Deadline : Sunday, November 28th .


Have you ever found yourself in a wretched situation ? Write about it - make an eerie pall about the entire story, or poem . Make your audience's skins crawl , make a horror that pulls at the edge of one's consciousness .

This probably would have been better for halloween , oh well.

P.S. Sam will be making up the next one. So if you are displeased with mine , let me know what I'm doing wrong, but know that he will be creating one sometime next week.

[Sàmmius McGennien]

Deadline: Monday, 6 December

Embrace your inner supernatural. Capture an angel, a vampire, a goblin ... whatever brightens your fancy. Give your character superpowers. Personify aliens in a poem. Do something beyond belief, and don't be afraid to step outside the realm of possibility.

Due to my lateness the due date is extended until Monday. However, one can expect a new prompt to be up on Sunday, 5 December.

[xunpredictablel]

wretched steps that sounded like a giant's
bounded through the ominous halls of the
ballrooms . can you feel the resonance ? the
quivering feelings of failing integrity and desperate
questions that cannot be answered ? there is
blood on the white marble floors that cannot be
accounted for so something
must have happened in the night .

don't misunderstand me - there is not one thing of
integrity that i know because i am a lowly man with
shagged hair and questionable intent. however
i am the only one who knows my intentions .
there is another thing i know , though , and that
is the night that Anna , Belle , and Lee died .

i remembered their grace and the way their blonde
hair beckoned to the best of the men out on that fancy floor.
and their feet were poised like a ballerina's and they
were the most wonderful sisters i had seen through
those windows . they were prancing , whispering ,
giggling like close sisters do . their fingertips were white ,
utterly pale underneath and over those gloves . i could
practically hear the way they laughed through the stone walls .
it was a sight to behold , and that is for sure .

i was sweeping left and right and left as a man - with
long black hair and dead eyes . i knew his intent
as well as i knew my own . he swept into the room the
way i pushed the broom across the concrete . he was
floating - almost dancing even though he was just walking .
i watched , watched as he aimed his crosshair at the girls ,
the prey . i watched as he moved across the room and
bowed as if he were majesty - royalty . i gasped , my
anxiety for those two poor girls was unparalleled as he
pulled Anna by the fingertips to dance with her pretty
ballerina feet . and then he danced with her all the way
up to some not - so - innocent room and she cried the whole
time he held her .

the other two girls , poor Belle and Lee realized that she
had been gone far too long now , many dances had already
finished and they pirouetted on anxious toes to find their beautiful sister.
they snuck into all the perilous rooms that were leading those
wretched sisters to their doom until they came upon one that was already
cracked.
and so they pushed it open with fingertips that shook as they
step step stepped all the way into the bathroom . they saw
their pretty sister in all her glorious nakedness with
cuts down her hips and bruises on her once-laughing , pink ,
vivacious lips . the bathwater was a light red and they
could see wisps of the almost smokey blood . her blue
eyes were wide open in a paralyzing fear . two bite marks
on her desperate neck . she whispered with the last of her
uttering breath , 'run , oh god please run . i love you two
with the core of my soul but i cannot stay here for long so
i cannot protect you any longer . ' she faded away as she
grasped her sisters fingers with disparity . they tried to heed
her plaguing words but as they turned there was a
silhouette behind them . they gasped and turned back to their
sister but there was nothing left of her in her body . the man came
forward and grasped Belle by her shaking arms . she pleaded
with him - said if there was a bit of humanity that he'd let them
mourn with their sister's last words . he laughed out in scorn
and came close to her face , whispered derogatory words down
her throat . 'with the way that i look and the state of your sister
i think you should know better than to test me with my
faith towards my humanity.' he grinned a grin with such
turpitude that Lee began to flee with her bargaining god .

when she came back with the assistance she wrought ,
there was nothing to be found in the room but a speck of blood
lingering on the rink of the bath . the perusers left , weapons in
hand and desperate hand and no words were spoken from
the cowardly sister's mouth . finally she looked up and saw the
middle sister , the one she clung to , dangling from the ceiling
with the strongest rope she'd seen . of course she had those two
bite marks , smitten with lusty desire - smitten with lusty blood-bitten
desire . she was trembling as she turned to his arms , and
resorted to what she thought she would never have .
there was a tenderness he had because she was the baby
and she cried while he sunk his wanting fangs into her neck .

what i saw that night was through a wanderer's eyes . i feel
no guilt except that which haunts me when i think of those
young women's delicious skin that i could have grazed against .
i suppose that makes me just as bad as that cold blooded monster .

[Sàmmius McGennien]

This was submitted by Panda on 29 November. It was late, but rather than let it go to waste, it's being posted here.

Rating [pg]
Notes: This is about my half sister, whom my family almost lost before I was even born, due to the carelessnes of her 'friend'. I also decided to meter it with constant(ish) Iambic octameter. the octameter is constant at least

The taste of blood still lingers here
Mingling with the smell of fear
The light was green, or was it not?
A horrid lesson to be taught
The driver walks, all fine and fit
The other sits, throat nearly slit
Her lesson was learned, burned so deep,
Cherish the time, before you sleep.