This prompt that I did years ago was supposed to be set in some kind of unique location. This is what my younger self conjured up.
Thanatophobia – fear of dying, of someone you know dying, or just anything related to death. I have never lost someone close to me; have always just heard people tell me how hard it is. It’s a constant fear for me, like a looming darkness waiting round the corner to take me by surprise.
I yawned and snuggled up deeper into my blanket, wrapping it around me like an attacking snake so that you’d see a long, fat sausage if you looked towards my bed. I tried to bring back the waves of sleep that had kept attacking me the night before but only achieved a half-sleep mode where you’re aware of your surroundings yet asleep too.
A writing prompt I did a very, very long time ago where we had to leave the reader hanging in the end – so beware, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I can’t remember how I was feeling at that moment in time but I feel the past-Amina had some deep feelings whilst writing this. It has an underlying scary tone to it.
If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?
A female. Wearing comfy yet sexy clothes – maybe some awesome PJ’s or maybe some shorts and a vest. Her hair flowing around her, one bright red streak standing out. Continue reading My Own Little Bubble