Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night." The noise stopped. For the first time silence filled the air. A single breath could have been heard if someone was around to breath it. The ground was still, the vibrations that had covered it finally… Continue reading Day 30: The Last Day
You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.
Her headstone was minimal. Grey stone with black letters.
You read about yourself in your brother/sister, girlfriend/boyfriend’s diary. What did you read?
He knew he shouldn't read it. It was private, her own personal diary. She was always scribbling away in it, telling her secrets to it's pages. It was rare that she left it, but there it was, sitting on the dresser beside their bed. She must have forgotten to put it in her bag when she left. He picked it up without really thinking, just quickly flipping through the pages. He didn't intend to read it, but something caught his eye as he flicked past a page. His name. Curiosity got the better of him and he scanned the page for where he saw it.
Peter can never know.
Make up a near-death experience
Abby blinked. Where was she? Her head was thumping and she ached all over. She looked around. She was in a…a room? You couldn’t really call it that, there were no walls, no doors, no windows, come to think of it, Abby wasn’t even sure there was a floor. She seemed to just be standing on nothing…floating, she supposed. It was the strangest feeling. She tried to move her legs but they felt heavy, as if someone had filled them with water.
She shook her head. What was going on?
Write about your worst habit.
Hi. My name is Rachel, and I'm a procrastinator.
That's the first step, isn't it? Admitting the problem? I probably would have done it sooner but there was a new season of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on Netflix.
Write about ‘What the Neighbors Saw. She peered out of her bedroom window at the car pulling out into the driveway next door. She watched a man get out of the driver's side. She recognised him. He had been at the house many times before. Normally late, but not this late, she noted, as she saw… Continue reading Day 25: Twitching Curtains
Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleepingMy eyes ached from staring at the screen. Black letters spun in front of my face and my head felt dizzy. I reached for the mug on the desk beside me and took a gulp. The glorious caramel-coloured liquid warmed my throat and I… Continue reading Day 24: Sleepless Nights