We all have days that we can’t write anything for our story, so we don’t write at all. That is a very bad idea. We should write something everyday, even if it has nothing to do with your story. So I thought that I could use this blog, not only to help teach, but to help give idea as well. I am a huge pinterest (This is one of my board. Check it out.) pinner so I found some cool writing prompt. So today I will be sharing one with you and I will write it out like if it was me doing it on my own. Before you started to read the below, I would like to say, I have not edited this at all and I am writing it at this very moment.
A man, covered in blood, just walked up to the gate. He looked at me as if he knew who I was, yet I didn’t know him. He pointed a bloody finger at me and spoke. The wind caught his voice making it hard for me to hear him. The man was pale with hallowed eyes. He made me think of death, looking at him covered in blood.
I wanted to go to him and help him, but my body wouldn’t move. It was like my mind knew something that my heart didn’t. A pull began to push me to the man. Slowly I walked to the iron gates and heard him speak, “For life shall pay with life.”
“Who’s life shall pay for who’s life?” I questioned, not knowing who I had killed or if I had killed.someone without knowning.
“You shall pay for the life of Thomas. For his life was a valuable one.”
“I didn’t kill him. He was killed by another.”
“You were there with the murderer, Kyle. You did nothing to stop him.”
“It had nothing to do with me. Why should I have stop Kyle doing something of his own free will? You won’t take me life because of something I couldn’t stop,” I slowly back away from the gates. The iron gates would keep the ghost out. I had nothing to worry about.
I ran into my house and called Kyle. The phone rang, but no one answred. I shook my head and whispered, “It’s a sick joke. They’re playing a sick joke on me.”
Years ran down my cheek as I thought of the worse. I had fallen in love with two men, now they were gone and I was next. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the gate, pressed the button, and let the man in.
Within a blink, he was at the door. He pointed his pale bloody finger at me and said, “It is time to…smile. You’re on a hidden camera show! Thomas and Kyle set it all up!”
I looked at the door and saw them both standing there, smiling and laughing. I ran to them and hugged them both. I cried and cried.
“It’s okay, Annika,” Thomas said. “It’s was a joke.”
“Got you good, didn’t we?” Kyle asked. “Its okay, honey. You can always get us back.”
The end…lol its not too good, but it’s just writing down whatever comes to mind and we’ll that goes with it. Tell me what you think. Hey put up your own story if you want. I’ll read it.