Prompt 015

A haunting loneliness. It is much more frightening than ghosts, perhaps because unlike loneliness, ghosts don't follow you wherever you go.

Prompt 014

Hiding that I'm soon to die.

Why? From who is the character trying to hide this fact? How are they feeling about it? Sad, happy? Maybe they wish to get away and die quietly somewhere or spend the remaining time doing everything they can to fix past mistakes.

Prompt 013

It was dark and it was too hard to see anything but the vague outlines of the things around you. Almost blind, you still walk but you stop when you feel that you've stepped on something.

Prompt 012

Sleeping cured everything.

Prompt 011

Oh.

Fuck.

Prompt 010

You really, really, hate her guts. Sometimes, you wish she'd just trip while climbing down the stairs and twist her pretty neck, but then you have a better idea.

Prompt 009

There is nothing but the sky over your head, the piece of wood you're hanging onto and the troubled water that is threatening to swallow you whole.