What have I done?

Entry by - unknown

He stood in front of the narrow doorway, blocking all light from its source. The room became a dark abyss and nothing told me where each of the walls remained. The blinding light peeking from around his mundane figure made his face plain and without features. As to why he was blocking my exit, I was unsure.

The wooden planks that formed the stairs creaked as I shifted my weight onto my other leg. Apprehensively, I took another step up only for his hand to meet my chest and push me back down. My breathing rate increased as I realised that he wasn’t going to let me out. Again I took a step forward and held both arms to the sides of me for support. And again his force caused me to fall.

I took a step down and heard a slight laugh escape from his lips. His figure became bolder as he stood tall and rolled his shoulders. Menacingly, he placed a foot on a lower step, coming towards me. For each step he took down I took one too, almost like a dance intended for the fierce and scared.

His arm swung forward and presented my face with a searing pain. A whimper escaped my lips. An uncertainty washed over me as I tried to recall what I had done to make him this way. And a tidal wave of panic drowned me as I could not recall anything I could have done to aggravate him.

Each step he took created more light but still not enough to fill the basement. Around me, I could faintly see the shine of a framed painting and a wire hanging dangerously low from the ceiling. The entire time that we engaged in this panic stirring dance, his gaze never left my eyes.

I chanced a quick glance around and turned back at him, only to see that he had advanced greatly.

My back finally hit into a cold, solid barrier. The wall ensured that I had nowhere else to run. Creaking echoed throughout the underground room. The slice of light provided from the door had halved and was still slowly disappearing. He must have noticed this as his head shot in the direction of the door and the snapped back to me. He began to run in an attempt to catch me in the remaining light.

Then the lights went off. The booming sound of his running becoming closer. I dived to the left and hid behind a pile of boxes. The infinite darkness masking me from him and him from me. A thumping sound followed by a groan told me that he had found the spot where I had been standing just seconds before.

Shuffling became the only noise audible in the room. A game of blindman’s bluff taking place. I tried to stay still. Why is this happening? What have I done?

Soundproof Winter

Entry by - Macy McLean

Age - 14

The park was always quiet in winter. The snow had settled days ago and yet more snow fell. Little flurries of dainty snowflakes, each landing individually to create a blanket of white, smothering the remaining grass patches. The biting air collides with my bare skin and a shiver resonates down my spine. I look up and observe that all the once colourful trees are now bare and alone. Their branches painted in the snow rather than leaves. A rope that decorates a hefty oak has frozen solid and dances slightly, caught in the winter wind.

Everyone here must be cold. For we are a pack of dragons with steamy breath that can fight off the frost. Our golden scales protrude from our armour and award us with flaws that the cold claws at feverishly.

The metal bench that I am perched on looking out, towards the grove of trees, is cold and pierces my skin even through the material of my clothes. Painful is a word to describe the sensation, painful but anchoring me to reality. Across the plain of grass, a group of children are participating in a snowball fight. The sounds of their screams and laughter breaking the longing silence.

An old fountain is trickling away a few benches along, the sound of the water making the silence seem lonely. The pond across from it has been frozen for a day yet the ice is thick enough for the ducks to tap along to the island. Tap, tap, tap. The pond is surrounded only by two people. A young couple stood on the bridge. They are looking out beyond the madness of this world and seem to be enjoying the solitude it also provides.

The dizzying madness that being alone and quiet in a peaceful place like this can sometimes block out. The park at winter is soundproof in a way but also at the same time, not at all.

Abandoned Writing Prompts

Everyone needs a writing prompt now and again, right? If you're anything like me you will probably like writing something with a bit of a twist in it and probably quite a lot of creepiness. Well if you fall into this category and need a writing prompt then you are most certainly in the right place. I have made a compilation of creepy/abandoned pictures that, in my case, could help get the ball rolling. 

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