Writing Prompts

Prompt #1

"You don't understand!" She laughed. The little girl, dressed in rags and bare feet, danced through the streets. "I'm the richest person alive."

"That's preposterous, you're making no sense!" The man, dressed in nothing but designer clothing head to toe, said with security thinking the little girl was out of her mind.

"There you go again, mister! You're making accusations without any true knowledge of the situation. You think I'm mad, this I know, and you might be right, but before I tell you the truth of the matter, look around and tell me what you see. Maybe then you'll have better evidence to prove your point." The girl asked, her voice laced in knowledge as if she knows everything that's about to fall into place.

The man scoffed at her with disgust, but did as she said begrudgingly.

At first glance, everything was normal. The cobble streets are dimly lit in the night by the lamps placed around every corner or so, but most were not lit, the shops are closed, everyone was inside, and all the lights in every house are out.

But upon further investigation, you could hear one thing and one thing only, the deafening silence of the night. It was so quiet, it seemed as if nobody resided in the small England village. This made the man question himself and his surrounding environment.

As he looked further, now walking around the streets while checking his back to sure the little girl remained where she was, he discovered there were no cars in sight! This was a very peculiar sight, especially because everyone makes sure to keep their cars visible to the public to show as a sign of wealth.

The man then came back to the girl with confusion and precaution and was about to speak when the girl cut him off.

"Now you see what is wrong with this picture? There isn't another living being in sight. Now, mister, what do you think has happened?" the girl asked with curiosity.

"I don't know, but what I will say is that this must either be a dream of some sort or you could be a witch! You could be a witch confusing my mind with what's reality and fiction, and using me at your will!" the man accused her with a pointed finger.

"I wish the truth was that simple, but you see mister Dami-," she was cut off by the man suddenly and sternly.

"Well if you have a better explanation about what the truth is, and if you really think you can prove you're the richest person alive, please, do tell!" the man said and jabbed the girl on her shoulder with his sharp diamond cane.

"I was just about to, but I'm afraid you aren't able to handle the cruel truth, " she said with caution.

"I can take anything! You know not who you are talking to, you puny, injudicious girl!"

The girl shrugged and gave a small giggle, showing she wasn't in any way threatened by this seemingly far superior man.

"Well, you see, the truth of the matter is mister Damien, I am the richest person alive because everyone else is dead!" she exclaimed with such cheerfulness, it was absolutely harrowing