He twisted his fate between his fingers. The string was so short, so fragile. Everything he had ever done, had ever seen, had ever experienced – all of it was contained in this tiny string.

Today, that string would be cut. The three ancient women hovered over him, one of them holding a pair of scissors, another holding the eye they shared between them.

He had come intending to face his fate bravely, to give up his life for the sake of another, his beloved. It had been an easy decision.

Yet now that he stared at the string, his string, he hesitated.

Once that string was cut, there was no going back. No second chances. The weight of it hadn’t hit him until now.

He glanced at the three witches, still hovering, and then back at the string. No. He wasn’t ready.

He turned and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. As he rounded the bend, he tripped.

The last thing he saw was a rock as sharp as a knife slice neatly through the string.

Challenge

2 sentence horror stories

Create a 2 sentence horror story about anything you'll like or on that you have already written here is a famous example "The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door ..." by Fredric Brown in 1948

bmvalde4 in Horror & Thriller

Covered in blood while faking death, he dared to peak over the kitchen counter to see if they left. He was met with the killer's eyes peaking at him from the opposite side.

Challenge

Masks or Walls or Both?

While I was thinking about it, how do you protect yourself? Build a wall or wear a mask? Or perhaps both? Poetry only, in any form.

Evagria13 in Poetry & Free Verse

You wear a mask to fit in.

You build a wall to be free.

Only I know the real you.

And for that reason

You know the real me.

Challenge

Describing Setting

Write the most descriptive writing about a place real or imaginary. It has to be the most descriptive thing I've ever read to win, and I really want to actually picture perfectly the place you've written about.

Dinos

Dulls and Sharps

The air was as bitter as a child's first attempt at lemonade. All sour, not sweet. Lemonade, it's just lemon juice and water right? Wrong. You just made sour water. It's not just the way the air here cuts you, it's the way it smells. The air here even smells sharp. Yet, it's not as sharp as the grass.

The grass, dulled by the grey of the sky, licks your ankles with sandpaper tongues. If a balloon were to miraculously fall, you know it would pop before it hit the ground. The grass is so long it reaches past your sneakers, clinging to you like sinners burning in hell trying desperately to claw themselves out.

It only makes sense that the sky, the midpoint between the air and the grass, was so dull to contrast the two of them. If the feeling of grogginess and utter exhaustion had a physical form, it would be the look of this sky. It was dense and deep and all-encompassing. It was the kind of sky that appears in a horror movie on the worst day of the protagonist's life. The dulls and sharps and bitters of this landscape merge and twist your perception.

You've been walking for a while, but all you can see is grass and sky. If you believed in the Christian god, this would be purgatory. Forever a blend of sharps and softs and bitter kid lemonade.

Challenge

Romantic paragraph

I know it sounds weird but all you have to do is write a real or fake story about a love story. Here's the twist: it can only be 2-3 sentences. Good luck writers!

Dinos

Missing Socks

She was the left sock, he was the right.

They were happy, but the dryer was not.

Then suddenly, I was left with only one sock.

Challenge

Romantic paragraph

I know it sounds weird but all you have to do is write a real or fake story about a love story. Here's the twist: it can only be 2-3 sentences. Good luck writers!

caroam

2 Way Street

When we met I was covered in wounds. Today, they have healed save for one: a bloody, raw hole in my chest, where I have clawed out my heart and presented it, cradled in my hands, begging on my knees, Please, Take it, It is all I have left to give.