Creative Writing Prompt #1

Prompt: write something about this picture:

I see the dark shark made of bark, 
I see a face and hear the pace of the race
Going the sidewalk to talk and gawk, 
About the dark shark in the roof who’s made of bark.

Those bile-coloured roof tiles are piled
At the boot-clad foot of the acute manager, 
Whose face holds no trace of grace, 
As he sees the dark shark that’s made of bark.

The dark shark made of bark
Taking a break on our slate covered roof -
why is the manager aloof when proof
(the dark shark made of bark)
Says Halloween -
Is soon to be seen?

Prompt: this doll will stand in your doorway. What does it say and what happens? 

The Doll was standing by the door and from its mouth words of evil poured. My heart was trembling. Its eyes were penetrating. Like the night, It bore a raiment of black, and most terrifyingly, its jaw was slack, it’s eyes were empty but the menace there was plenty. It thus told me, “At the striking of midnight of All-Hallow’s Eve, I shall appear and take you away. You might not think I be a fay, but think not of me as powerless, nay. ” I slammed the door in its face but it broke through, leaving its trace. It thus told me, “You might not think I be a God, but think not of me as a swindler, a fraud!” It broke away through the door and vanished out of sight, but at the sight of the crack it left my heart clenched tight. Shall I survive All-Hallow’s Night?

Prompt: there are three doors in front of you; the red one has WING on it, the blue one WANT and the green one WAIL. What door will you choose and why?

Red, wing.
Blue, want.
Green, wail.
Wing, as in detached feathers of birds?
Want, as in desire for something?
Wail, as in the scream of a victim?

I look around. Nothing else. Just white, empty space.
Wing.
Want.
Wail.

But no, not the red door! The image reflected shows myself, bloody, red, dying. I shudder. I am not going to die, I tell myself.

And no still, not the green! The wails of an unknown creature splits the eerie silence, but is a foil to the great, vast emptiness as the sound spreads endlessly. I tremble. I will not scream so, and I shall certainly not die, I tell myself.

But what will the blue give? Blue want. I want to live. I want to survive. I want to go back to my house and live to see another sun. I want to go to the beach. I want…I want to swim in the blue, blue sea under the blue, blue sky. Is that what I want?

I take a deep breath and push the door open, running into the blue.