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Here is my story created from the Week One Prompt xx...
The room was suffocating, thick with the smell of old books and burnt incense. The candle on my desk flickered weakly, casting strange, shifting shadows that danced along the walls like living things. My fingers, trembling just slightly, hovered over the quill. I couldn’t write. Couldn’t breathe.
The letter in front of me was half-finished, but I couldn’t make myself finish it. The words refused to come, or maybe I was too afraid to make them real. My secret—a secret that had gnawed at my insides for months—had grown too big, too heavy to keep hidden much longer. Every day that passed, it felt like the walls around me were closing in. Every moment was a breath too shallow, a heartbeat too fast. I was suffocating under the weight of it.
I glanced toward the window, half-expecting to see the trees outside swaying with the breeze, but the night was still. Not a single movement. The stars above were too bright, too piercing, like they could see straight through me. Like they knew what I was hiding.
A sudden sound broke the silence—a creak from the hallway. My body stiffened. My heart skipped a beat. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, approached my door. I couldn’t tell if they were real or if my mind was playing tricks on me. But the longer they lingered, the more I felt like something was about to break. Something deep inside me, something fragile.
The door opened slowly, almost as if it knew I didn’t want to be found. My breath caught in my throat, my heart thrumming painfully in my chest. A figure stood in the doorway, just a silhouette at first, but as he stepped into the faint light, I saw his face. His eyes were like black pools—cold, unblinking, and too knowing.
“You haven’t gone to bed yet?” he asked, his voice smooth and cool, like a whisper meant to slip under my skin. But there was something else in his tone. A sharpness. A predatory edge.
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. My hands clenched around the quill, my knuckles turning white, but it didn’t stop the tremors. My mouth was dry, my pulse pounding in my ears. *Was it him?* Was he the one who had finally come to uncover everything? To tear open the walls I’d so carefully constructed?
The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. His gaze was too intense, too heavy. It felt like he could see straight through me, peeling back layers I hadn’t even known I’d built.
"Why do you look so terrified, Eloise?" His voice cut through the silence again, low and almost mocking. "What are you hiding?"
My chest tightened. *The truth.* The truth that had been buried so deep, I was almost certain it couldn’t be uncovered. But now… now, I wasn’t so sure.
I swallowed, my mouth dry as sandpaper. *Just finish the letter. Seal it away. You can’t stop now.*
My fingers reached for the quill. The letter—it had to be finished. It was the only way to keep everything in place, to keep the secret safe. But just as I grasped the quill, the door slammed shut behind me with a force that made my whole body jump. My heart lurched, and I spun around, panic flooding my chest.
His hand was on my shoulder then, so cold it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. “You’re not fooling anyone, Eloise,” he said, his voice almost a growl now, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my ear.
I froze. My whole body went rigid under his touch, my mind a chaotic blur. How long had he known? *How long has he been watching me?* The fear clawed its way up my throat, tightening like a vice. My gaze darted to the letter again, and I thought for a second I might scream. But no sound came.
His fingers dug into my shoulder, and the weight of them felt like chains. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.
I turned my head slowly, meeting his eyes, and I saw it. For the first time, I saw the flicker of something—something dark, something dangerous—that made the world around me seem to tilt.
He knew.
But before I could process it, before I could do anything, the door crashed open again. A blast of cold air swept into the room, and a voice, sharp and desperate, cut through the tension.
“Eloise, don’t!”
I spun around, heart leaping into my throat. And there, standing in the doorway, was someone I thought I’d never see again. Someone whose presence in my life had been a shadow I’d tried to forget.
My breath caught. *No, not now. Not like this.*
And then, before I could speak, before I could even understand what was happening, the lights flickered. The room went black.
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Its nice to meet you! Are you a writer interested in joining my group?
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Thats really cool, I am too and I wanted to meet other writers so I made this group
💖Hello!💖 I'm Acidic Quagga! I'm genderqueer and my pronouns are They/Them. I'm just getting back into writing after a years long hiatus and looking for a friendly group to re-ignite my writing spark along with! I whipped this up today and I'm afraid I need to brush up on my grammar and such. Feel free to give me constructive feedback! 😘Sweet Secret
He quickly hid the rectangular container behind his back in one hand, fiddling with the combination lock with the other. He only had seconds before they would be upon him. Chewing furiously, he failed to swallow before they arrived in their usual cacophonous manner.
“What’s up, man?” they practically shout as they drop their shoulder against the locker next to his with a bang. He freezes, trying to swallow inconspicuously. Which is impossible. They raise a dark eyebrow and start casting their gaze to his half hidden arm.
“Say, what d’you got there?”
Clearing his throat, he coughs out, “nothing! It’s just.. nothing.” The lock refuses to open. Clearly unconvinced, they begin to move around to his back in an attempt to see what he’s holding.
“Are you kidding me?” they exclaim incredulously, “you’re seriously going to keep those to yourself? Rude, bro!” they smirk and reach for the container, causing him to start dancing evasively backwards. Unfortunately, there’s nowhere to go, and his back comes up against the cold metal of the locker, forcing the container out from behind him. They quickly manage to swipe it.
“What- hey!” he protests as he’s left clutching air, “c’mon, you know I love those.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to keep them all to yourself! You know your mama would want me to have some!” they laugh as they step away from him, peeling back the lid of the container and releasing the sweet scent of pumpkin and chocolate. They take a deep breath before bringing one of the cookies to they’re mouth. “Mmm, that’s so much better than I even remember! You gotta get her to make these more often!”
Sighing, he takes another cookie from the container, resigned to share with his best friend after all. “You know she’ll only make them on special occasions. Says I gorge myself too much on them when she does,” he pouts.
“Well, you know she’s right. Last time you ate so many you could hardly move.” They poke him in the side, giggling. He moves to avoid the poke, fails, and can’t help cracking a smile. “Yeah.”
The two of them lean against the lockers side by side, savouring the deep flavours of the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. There’s nothing sweeter than sharing his favourite food with his favourite person.
-fin.
That was nice. It really made me want some pumpkin cookies. Maybe I'll make some. 🎃 As well, it reminded me of this time from high school where my friend bought some chili fries and shared them with me begrudgingly, and I nearly ate them all.
He was sore about it for a while, and I made a little comic called Dos Latinos con Papas.
Joey's deathly tomes of death wrote: "That was nice. It really made me want some pumpkin cookies. Maybe I'll make some. 🎃 As well, it reminded me of this time from high school where my friend bought some chili fries and shared them wi..."
That's so funny! It's awesome that you were able to make a comic of it. Hopefully your friend didn't stay sore for too long, haha! And you should definitely make some cookies. They're so good! 🍪
This week's weekly prompt: Write about a character who has a secret to hide from everyone...
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