I’ve only got a short writing prompt for you this week, and I hope you enjoy 😉
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What does your sleeping mind think in the moments before you wake up? What are its last hopes, fears, or promises to itself as the alarm goes off and it feels itself vanishing?
Skin as pale as perfect porcelain. Eyes as beautiful and as terrible as the ocean in a storm. And the smile… That comforting, cold smile I knew he reserved just for me…
I wake up, bed sheets drenched in sweat and my heart racing. Oddly enough, my mind doesn’t match. My mind is calm.
I read once that you can only dream of people – of faces – you’ve seen before. Your mind simply can’t make up new ones while you sleep. But I’ve dreamed of his face – of the promise and the threat dancing behind his cruel eyes – every morning for a month now, and I’m sure I’ve never seen him before. I’d remember.
His grin is beginning to be familiar; my own, unexplainable secret.
I don’t know what it means, but I know it’s odd that I’m calm because deep down I know I should be terrified.
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