Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

Okay. This week's prompt:
Disappearing.
Disappearing.
Everyone, everything.
I looked to the sky, but even that appeared gone. Nothing but the mist surrounded me. Faint sounds of voices called from behind. Another screech from the beast rang ahead. Quieter this time. Muffled. Muffled by the pounding in my head. I clenched my fists, tearing into the jagged rocks beneath me. I couldn't die out here. I had to lead this crew to safety.
A blurred figure appeared above me. Their shouts sounded like they were underwater. I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. Naughty move. I closed my eyes and reached up. They had to stop. Stop long enough for me to feel again.
The hand was pulled away and more muffled shouts filled the air around me.
"Don't do that!" one of the shouts rang clearer than the others. "You could make her worse!"
I drew in deep breaths. One breath. Two breaths. Three...
"Cassie."
I opened my eyes. Banks hovered above me.
"You still with us?" he said.
I rolled my head to the side. Warm liquid dripped through my hair.
"Whoa, don't move, Cassie. We'll help you."
"No," I moaned and turned to my side. "I'm fine. Get out of here."
"Stop moving. It's gone," Banks said. "We're going to make you a stretcher and bring you back to camp."
I laid my face on the wet ground and sighed. Nobody could find their way back from here. At least not in this thick mist. The sound of raging falls grew louder. They sounded like they were surrounding us, but I knew better. We had passed by the cliffs leading to them, back where one wrong step would land one's death. I pushed myself up. Nobody was going to lead but me. I led them this far and I'm not about to let them lead us back only for one of them to land in the falls. It's not happening.
 
Okay. This week's prompt:
Disappearing.

Shadows are black. Just like me. Good for hiding in.

Thing darted around from place to place, making quick progress through the trees. The setting sun caught her from time to time in it's dimming light but for the most part she was very well camouflaged. Even when she moved carelessly she was practically silent and most would not have even realize she was nearby.

She stopped suddenly in the shadows of the large tree that bordered his home. He was still milling around outside, finishing up his projects for the day. She watched him curiously and noticed his glance in her direction. He can't see me. I doubt he heard me. How does he always know I'm here?

She was positive he gave a slight smile before he turned back to the house and finally headed inside. She waited a moment taking in the evening as life became quieter, as it did every day. The light from the house was growing brighter as the sun drifted lower and night approached.

Finally she darted across the messy garden, flicking her wings out in her mildly controlled eagerness. She pushed the door open and disappeared inside.
 
Shadows are black. Just like me. Good for hiding in.

Thing darted around from place to place, making quick progress through the trees. The setting sun caught her from time to time in it's dimming light but for the most part she was very well camouflaged. Even when she moved carelessly she was practically silent and most would not have even realize she was nearby.

She stopped suddenly in the shadows of the large tree that bordered his home. He was still milling around outside, finishing up his projects for the day. She watched him curiously and noticed his glance in her direction. He can't see me. I doubt he heard me. How does he always know I'm here?

She was positive he gave a slight smile before he turned back to the house and finally headed inside. She waited a moment taking in the evening as life became quieter, as it did every day. The light from the house was growing brighter as the sun drifted lower and night approached.

Finally she darted across the messy garden, flicking her wings out in her mildly controlled eagerness. She pushed the door open and disappeared inside.
As I read I imagine the setting....at first it seems like a romance novel until I read to the last paragraph....."flicking her wings out".....

I can not help but ask...she is a hen and he is a rooster? 😄
 
As I read I imagine the setting....at first it seems like a romance novel until I read to the last paragraph....."flicking her wings out".....

I can not help but ask...she is a hen and he is a rooster? 😄
Oops 😶
Nope, you won't find romance from me 😆 It definitely requires more context 😭
She's actually the little creature in my avatar :) He's her human friend.
 
Oops 😶
Nope, you won't find romance from me 😆 It definitely requires more context 😭
She's actually the little creature in my avatar :) He's her human friend.
I was thinking...he could be human, but then because he smiled and walked into the house and she did the same so I was guessing they both are chickens going into the coop:lau

I enjoyed reading it and guessing....😄
 
I was thinking...he could be human, but then because he smiled and walked into the house and she did the same so I was guessing they both are chickens going into the coop:lau

I enjoyed reading it and guessing....😄
I have a tendency to write in almost "short stories", which has me leaving out details, sometimes on purpose, sometimes just because the stories link together and fill in the gaps themselves. I've been told off before for always writing things that end in "cliffhangers" before 😭
I'm glad you enjoyed it though! 😊
 

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