With her hands wrapped tight in cloth, Amber was ready. Robert placed a hand on her shoulder, she reacted with a glare. “Remember why you’re doing this. Remember who you’re doing this for.” Amber nodded and marched through the dark corridor with a black hood over her head and guard in her mouth. Standing…
“Oh, hurry up, won’t you?” Jean hissed. “I’m doing the best I can,” Miles replied, irritated.
Note: 100% Fiction “Where are we going?” I ask with a chuckle. We have now hiked this trail for 30 minutes and counting. I know because unlike Parker,
“Take that, you damn dragon!” With a wave of her hand, the young witch shot a spell at the dragon.
Note: This is completely 100% fiction. As I sit on the cold metal bench of my holding cell, I reflect on the day and how my sister and mom will survive the night.
“We used to live here,” Mara said, “just me, my sister, mom, and dad. As kids, Mindy and I would race up the fire escape to see who wins. Of course, carrying the groceries was always troublesome for mom and dad.”
Continued from my last Picture it and Write: Before my mother abandoned me and forced me into the foster care system, I used to lay on the mattress in my bare room all the time, with a book beneath my nose.
Continued from my last Picture it and Write: It is now the tenth day since I’ve been in this house. This house is starting to feel like a prison to me. I feel suffocated.
Continue from last week’s Picture it and Write… I never would have thought school looks like such a good option right now. In fact, that is the only thing I want to do at this very moment. I want to go to class, to interact with other people, to laugh with Sydney about the ridiculous…
“What am I looking at?” I frown and stare into the clear ball. Haiden and I are standing on his rooftop balcony. It’s 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Legend has it the Charles Manor is restless, that there’s a spirit haunting its grounds day and night.
While surfing the blogosphere, I came across a fairly new challenge called Picture it & Write. It didn’t provide a word limit. So I just wrote the first story that popped into my head. Enjoy. 🙂 Becca stared off into the distance as her ears concentrated on any incoming sounds, footsteps, car door slamming, anything but…