Hidden Meanings

A Collection of Prompts

A series of me writing prompts from the blog daily-prompts on tumblr. 

'Pick a topic. Write a one-word sentence followed by a medium length sentence, followed by a long sentence. Repeat the pattern until you have written a paragraph. Don't worry that the one word sentence is probably not grammatically correct. This is art.'

Silence. Echoing wordlessly, followed by the chilling emptiness. Not even a ripple slices through the air, not a fraction of a sound-wave as a breath spills out, washing over the sharp-edged icicles that protrude from the ceiling. Wait. Another bout of air brushes over the thin ice needles. That is enough to make the surface quiver, as if there was a spirit moving around in it, shaking and pushing on the walls of the icicle, and she pulls away, unwilling to do another risky action while her brother was no longer at her back for truth-or-dare. 

[Meh.] 

'The difference between you and me is that I think my time is actually worth something.'

In a single instant, blades whip out of his hands, poised and the edges glimmering with profound sharpness, honed finely to the point where it could rip through flesh and bone with a measly whisper. 

"Do you see the difference between us two?" 

"I see it. The difference between you and me is that I think my time is actually worth something," the blade-wielding male replies, raising the said weapons into the air, ready with the flick of the wrist to tear open skin. 

"Very well. Show that to me, then."

"I'm going to show you. And it's going to hurt you." 

'You can tell who someone really is by what they do when they're afraid.'

She's shaking, delicate, and looks like she would be toppled over by the most fragile of touches. 

"What are you going to do?" Her captor croons, dropping from the ceiling with the stealth that would shock even the most agile of ninjas, black cloth resting over the curve of his face and his mouth, but when he speaks, it doesn't inch, it doesn't move. 

"I-I-I-"

"You can either kill him or I can kill him, your entire family, and you yourself," he reminds her. 

"I-I k-k-k-know! You've repeated that offer a-a-a-a lot!" She shrieks. 

The smug in his eyes almost made it seem that he was smirking underneath the cloth. "You can tell who someone really is by what they do when they're afraid." 

'Somehow, amid all the noise, chaos and confusion in the world, I can hear you and you can hear me.'

It whispers, it hisses, it cries, it screams, it speaks to him in the darkness. He clutches his head in his hands, irises glistening with unshed tears- but no, they aren't tears of grief or pain. They're one of shaky sanity, hanging on by the last final, few threads. 

"You can't beat me," he says in a hoarse voice. "But I can fight alongside you rather then us fighting ourselves."

No one answers him.

He scoffs, bringing his hands away from his ears as if it were all an act. "Somehow, amid all the noise, chaos, and confusion in the world, I can hear you and you can hear me. Don't think that you can fool me." 

Yeah, I'm just gonna stop here.

Fact: The two people in prompt two are actually based off of Danganronpa characters, and I purposefully made it like that. The one with the mentioned weapons was based off of Sonosuke Izayoi, who recently lost his life in episode six, and the other is Izuru Kamukura, who seemed to appear at the end of that episode with one line. This also contributes to the fact Sonosuke was a member of Future Foundation and fought against the Ultimate Despair, which Izuru was apart of since he found the rest of the world boring.