"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm drawing a story the monster under the bed told me."
"Story?"
"Yeah. About him, and his people. And about us- humans. He told me that people are blind. He said that they can't understand. He said that they forgot how to see past appearances and look at someone's soul, and that was the reason he and creatures like him hide. But that's all he told me."
YOU ARE READING
Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
