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Friday, May 10, 2019

Prompt Writing

Prompts:

8. Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly.

10. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him...

1. I didn’t mean to kill her.

I ran into the room hoping he didn’t come after me, after all there were seven other people in the mansion. I ran around a corner and bumped into a door. The door was brown, almost mahogany coloured and polished, unlike anything in this old mansion. I turned the gold knob and pushed the door open, too my luck it was open. I ran inside, turns out it was a bedroom. I admired the baby blue wallpaper that was still on the wall, the white trim looking brand new. There was no bed inside, only a white crib with white bedding and a teddy bear, it looked like the one I owned at home, light brown, missing a black beady eye and a blue bowtie. I saw a closet and opened the door, as I opened it I heard someone coming up the stairs. Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him. The boy who had just murdered my sister, my brother Daniel. His white top was now splattered with crimson red blood, it almost looked like watercolour paint. His jeans were cut, you could see a deep gash in his knee. The gas was gushing out blood like a drink dispenser. “ I didn’t mean to kill her”. He whispered. I could see a knife in his hand, so I slowly backed away. I looked behind me into the closet, there was nothing but a door. I could fit inside of it but I would have to make a distraction to have enough time to get in and run. I looked beside me and saw a black chinese ring dagger. I grabbed it without Daniel noticing and flung it at the deer paining behind him, I actually liked that paining but either I die or that painting gets a knife into it. The glass protecting the paining shattered and Daniel fell to the floor, trying not to get any shards in his eyes. I quickly ran towards the closed, grabbing a chair on the way to barricade the door with. I ran into the door and hoped that the door was open, to my surprise it was. I quickly ran in, closed the door, barricaded the door with the chair and sat down. Would I ever get out of this house alive?

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