#26 FlowerWRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #26#26 Flower by C1aft0n
Scio gripped the cool handle of the knife. Everything appeared to slow down, stuck in the thick syrup of time. He watched it all with a distant stare from the balcony. The swirling masses of people, pushing against the stark line of riot police. Their protesting shrieks diminishing to a background banter. He closed his eyes, reveling in the dark shelter it provided. He was dimly aware as his grip on the knife’s hilt slackened and gravity pulled it from his hands.
“It’s time.” His uncle’s voice wove its way through his conscious, shattering his peaceful hold and bringing time back to its break neck pace. Scio opened his eyes, flexing away the tension in his fingers.
“I know,” Scio said, his throat suddenly dry as he turned to face Mason.
“Everything has been going well, but it is crucial we stay ahead.” His uncle instructed from the doorway.
“The others are waiting inside,”
#30 First Crush100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #30#30 First Crush by C1aft0n
“Okay, I’ve got it.” Victor said, breaking the silence with a decisive clap.
“Jeez, don’t be so excited, Tay, it’s disconcerting.”
Taylor gave an irritated shake of her head which Victor pretended to ignore, continuing, “here’s how the game goes, I say something and you say the first thing that comes to mind. You pause or repeat and you loose.”
“That’s the spirit! Do you want me to start?”
“Wait-what? How do sloppy joes have anything to do with feet?”
“This game isn’t about logic.”
“I know, I’m just curious how those two become connected in your annoying, hyperactive mind.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Now I really want to know.” When Victor
#25 Shatter100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #25#25 Shatter by C1aft0n
Gwen scanned the room. It was small and simple. A cot on the floor with a wash table but on the opposite wall a full length mirror stood. Gwen caught her breath and as though in a trance she walked towards it until her breath fogged the smooth surface. She stared at the person who was being reflected back at her. The person with the same dark curls and freckled skin. The person who shared her broad shoulders and muscular build. The woman who couldn’t possibly be her. She didn’t have that cold of a gaze. And those scars...
Gwen traced the raised lines that ran across her face. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as her finger ended the trail on the bridge of her nose. She slowly brought it forward, into focus. She took in the blood caked in her fingernails. Blood that wasn’t hers. The room began to spin and she sank to the ground.
She yearned for the Gwen she remembered. The girl with the dancing green eyes. The l