Creative Writing Prompt

[♥Rav3nclaw♥]

Thanks! Let me know when there is another prompt.

[Gloxinia]

Suddenly a shot rang out, shattering the silence. Maybel leaped in surprise, her honey eyes growing wide with fright. She bolted from her bed and landed on her clawed feet, scuttling chaotically to the door. Her padded palms were sweaty around the brass of the knob, muscles turning it and she threw the door back, nearly tearing it off its hinges.
Her furred chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, eyes darting around the inky darkness. She blinked a few times, green tongue snaking out to nervously moisten her suddenly dry lips. Oh, what was a monster to do? It wasn't so often she heard a violent noise such as that in the middle of the night. It didn't help that as she sprang out of bed, her other head had noticed and was now transmitting the memory to her own brain that her brother, Sonny, had his bedroom door wide open. He hadn't been occupying the large bed that was known as his, apparently.
The two-headed monster groaned. She slunk herself back into the house and to the kitchen, where she desperately through one of the cabinets open and stuck her paw inside. She rifled around, feeling for the familiar cold of the copper lantern that she kept in the back. Just as she suspected, it was missing.
"For the love of Drimacry!" she cried out furiously, slamming the cabinets shut with a huff. Her other head, whom she had given the nickname "Dorthy" to, slowly turned itself to give Maybel an inquisitive stare. Her hollow eyes blinked slowly, furry and pink eyebrow lifting itself to turn that inquisitive stare into a judgmental one. Maybel ignored the burning gaze as she stomped out of the house, slamming the wooden door behind her.
Her darned brother was probably out making a ruckus again, she just knew it.

Oh look at me, I did a five-minute thing! ouo
Hope you guys like it~

[♥Rav3nclaw♥]

I' m not the creator if this thread, but you did a GREAT job. Especially for five minutes, as mine took about fourty-five.

[Thing Two]

its not just me and Micky that can give feed back, everyone can, thats half of the point of the thread! i was wondering why its was only us two who were mostly giving all the feed back.

i love how eveyone interprets the prompt! everyones pieces of writing are so differnt but all have the same prompt! it is awsome!

For 5 mins that is incredible, i started mine last weekend and havnt even touched it since. i should probably get back to it, the prompt will change in two days.

[Thing One]

its not just me and Micky that can give feed back, everyone can, thats half of the point of the thread! i was wondering why its was only us two who were mostly giving all the feed back.

i love how eveyone interprets the prompt! everyones pieces of writing are so differnt but all have the same prompt! it is awsome!

For 5 mins that is incredible, i started mine last weekend and havnt even touched it since. i should probably get back to it, the prompt will change in two days.

Mm ... I don't like mine, I've re-written something completely different four times and I don't like any of them. The first one I did is ... messed up - it's about someone dying and then still talking the person who promised they'd protect them ... really hard to explain, I was half-asleep so it ended up really creepy and depressing and screwed up.
the second was kinda boring, coz I was focused more on getting a lot of description into it than an actual story-line, but it was ok I guess. It was about a farmer wondering about the shot he heard and at the end comes to the conclusion with his wife it was just the neighbour and his duck shooting.
The other two were more personal and slightly suicidal ... Don't ask. =-= I can't seem to write anything else, so I don't think I'll get this week's prompt done. again. *rolls eyes* I am pathetic, am I not? Loll.

[Thing Two]

Mickey, you should post all of them,. if you want to, no one here will judge you, well just give you pointers to make them better.

anyways, heres mine, i felt like making it pretty . . .

Suddenly a shot rings out and shatters the still, frozen air. I halt in mid step. No. Before the echoes of the gunshot even fade, my bare feet are pounding on the frosty, late autumn leaves that litter the ground. Please . . . My breath billows out in white clouds as the colour drains out of my face. My eyes burn and my throat clenches. Please . . . My eyes close, ceasing the burn of the tears. I bite my lip so I don’t cry out. Not tonight. Tonight. The night we were going to run away, disappear into the darkness. This night was meant to be the best night of my life. Not him. But when a princess hears a gun shot, that only means one thing.
Death . . .
I'll slow when I hear the shooters run away. He'll be fine; the bullet will have hit the tree behind him. He'll be fine and wrap his arms around me, like always. He'll be fine and tell me everything will be alright. He'll be fine . . . A single tear drifts astray, leaving a sliver trail of moonlight down my cheek and I realise none of this is true. Another gunshot pierces the air, closer this time. I stop as I hear foot steps that aren't my own. His? Foul, icy laughter clatters through the air as the shooters retreat the way I have come. I wait for them to pass and then sprint to our usual spot. The coldness of the familiar clearing shocks me, chills me to the bone through my thin, silken dress. The air that is usually filled with much loved laughter is dead and silent. Tears are streaming down my cheeks when I hear a groan from behind me. I don’t want to turn. I don’t want to see what they have done to him. But, as my eyes fall on the broken body of my lover my legs are running, not away but towards the dark haired, blue eyed man that lays on the wilting leaves. My knees collapse. Warm, sticky red pools around us. My tears mingle with his blood as I run my hands over the two holes in his old, rugged vest. His face is as white as the moonlight that filters through the bare branches as he takes my hand in his.
'Everything is going to be alright . . .'

[♥Rav3nclaw♥]

Mickey, you should post all of them,. if you want to, no one here will judge you, well just give you pointers to make them better.

anyways, heres mine, i felt like making it pretty . . .

Suddenly a shot rang out and shattered the still, frosty air. I halt and the colour drains out of my face. The echoes fade completly and my bare feet pound against the early autumn leaves that litter the floor. My eyes burn and my throat clenches. Please . . . My eyes close, ceasing the burn of the tears, and my head turns to down my feet. Please . . . I bite my lip to keep the cry away. Not tonight. Tonight. The night we were going to run away. The night that was ment to be the best night of my life. Not him. But when a princess hears a gun shot, that only means one thing.
Death . . .
I'll slow when I hear the shooters run away. He'll be fine, the bullet will have hit the tree behind him. He'll be fine and wrap his arms around me. He'll be fine and tell me everything will be alright. he'll be fine we will spend the night like any other. He'll be fine . . . A tear runs down my cheek as I realise none of this is true. Another gun shot pierces the air, closer this time. I stop as I hear for steps that aren't my own. His? Voices clatter through the air as the shooters retreat the way I have come. I wait for them to pass and peer out to our usual spot. The coldness of the familiar clearing shocks me. The silence that is usualy filled with much loved laughter. The tears are streaming down my cheeks when i hear a groan. I dont want to turn. I dont want to see what they have done to him. But, as my eyes fall on the bloodied body of my lover my legs are running, not away but towards the dark haired, blue eyed man that lays on the whilting leaves. My knees collapse and he takes my hand in his.
'Everything is going to be alright . . .'

This is really sad, but I love what you did with the different colors and how you had the narrator`s thoughts. But hey, I can`t really talk about sadness, can I? (;

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

I love your story Butterfly. Even the sad ending.

[Thing Two]

Thanks xx

I'll give you guys one more day to post your work, this fortnights prompt is going to be a title different . . .

[Thing Two]

Ok, so this week is going to be a little different. At school in our creative writing group we were given three things, a propt and setting and a character and they were all random. I'm not sure what I'm going to give you guys, I'll talk to Mickey about it. But Mickey and I will not being doing the same as you, we were given different ones. Check back here tomorrow maybe and ill have your three things up on the first post.