A lone figure crept about in the darkroom, the inky blackness disturbed only by an alarm clock, angrily flashing the numbers "3:14" and the ever-present sound of traffic. Sticking to the shadows, the mysterious intruder crept closer, tiptoeing towards it's sleeping target on the other side of the bedroom. '30 seconds' they breathed, chosen weapon now poised over the sleeping victim. All preparations were ready: the initial attack, reaction time, escape route and getaway vehicle. Some would say too much planning had been "wasted" on something so trivial, they're wrong though, mess this up and they would die a horrible, slow death. '9' The figure began the countdown '8...7...6' they were now shuddering with anticipation. And fear. '5...4...' was it too late to back down? They wondered. '3...2, yes, definitely too late ...1!' The figure smashed the water balloon onto the victims head and flicked on the light nearby. The victim bolted right up, water trickling down their face. The figure turned on its heels and dashed away, soon followed by crashing and monstrous roars of bloody murder. '(X) YOU CHICKEN LIVERED SOT, COME BACK AND FIGHT ME!!!' 'Happy April fools!' (X) called back, a cocky grin dominating their face. Let the fun begin.
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Writing Prompts for yall
Short StoryJust a series of writing prompts that come to mind, all fresh from ma brain. But since I have no creativity and LOOOOOTS of ideas, please feel free to use and manipulate them to your will, I'm excited to read them all. ENJOY! Note: updates will come...
