Day 38 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 38 of the daily prompts:

Shadow

She felt like something crawled behind her. She glanced yet again at the street where she had come from. There was only the dark display of the street lights and the shadows beyond the halos. She swallowed and continued down the road ahead. A few more blocks, and she would be home, and then everything would be fine.

There it was again, as if nails were scraping against the road. She hurried her steps. The sound became louder. She began running, her breath getting caught in her throat. She pushed past the nauseating feeling and the taste of iron in her mouth.

Demon

She walked proudly to the front of the class, smiling hugely, carrying a grater on her lap. She lowered it onto Mathew’s desk. The boy leaned backward, smelling the rancid smell coming from the grater.

“Miss Morgan, what have you brought for our show-and-tell this time?” the teacher asked wearily.

“It’s my pet.”

“Miss Morgan, how often have I told you that you bring toys, books, and other items to the show-and-tell? Not living things,” the teacher groaned.

“But I promise, ma’am, this one is good.”

The teacher sighed. “Go on then.”

She opened the grater, unleashing her demon upon the class. She watched as it devoured Mathew first.

Imaginary friend

“You know, we have all the time in the world,” he told the little pumpkin-head boy.

“Yeah, I can feel it in my bones. The day is going the stretch long and wide,” the pumpkin head boy said.

“Should we?”

“I think we should.”

He followed the pumpkin-head boy into the woods, past the scary old abandoned barn. He followed the boy past the tall trees, past the hollow ground, and down into the tree-covered creek that ran through the valley.

They sat on their favorite stone, listening to the birds’ caws. They sat there silently, watching the brook swirl around the rocks sticking out of the river. The pumpkin-head boy followed where the creek started with his gaze. He followed the boy’s gaze and saw a stag standing not too far from them.

“Should we hunt it?” he asked.

The pumpkin-head boy nodded. They slowly got up, spooking the stag into a gallop. They ran after it, filling the forest with their laughter and making all the other sounds in the world disappear.

He and the pumpkin-headed boy had all the time in the world.

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Dark thoughts, dark prompts. I liked the concepts, but I didn’t get them as I wanted them in the short time I tried to write them. I would love to come back to these stories and finish them.

Weirdly, I’m drawn to horror elements. I remember being scared of everything when I was a child. I watched horror movies occasionally, but I always slept badly after them and was afraid of being home alone. I think I still feel them intensively. Maybe that’s a good thing? Maybe in our fears and horrors lies something that tells a lot about us humans?

Thank you so much for reading! Have a magical day!