Creative Writing Prompt #2

Prompt: what do you see?

He looked back over his shoulder at his offender. The older boy, perhaps already in high school, had a smirk on his face while the wooden cudgel in his hands leered towards the young victim. The young boy’s eyes widened as he saw the cudgel dive towards his back.
Then his whole demeanour changed. His lips twisted back in a sneer and black lines started to spread across his skull.
The attacker looked at him, face still distorted in a sneer, but his eyes had lost their offensiveness, replaced by a pensiveness as he looked at the smaller boy.
Then the transformation was complete. The boy’s head was covered by roots, and only his eyes, his green eyes, shone out venomously. He turned to look at the older attacker. His body started to glow, and his face suddenly cleared. It was the beautiful face of the angel.
He eyed his former attacker with a terrible rage and raised his hands.
Prompt: You shrink to the size of an ant in a night.
One.
Two.
Three.
I woke up, darkness surrounding me.
Four.
Five.
Six.
I sat up, but everything went dizzy so I plopped back into the bed.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
I felt something funny happening within my body.
Ten.
I blinked. Nothing felt different.
Wait. Wait. Why is everything so dark?
I was sitting on a blotch of red, next to a large black mass of... a mosquito.
I looked at the mosquito carcass again. It was taller than I was.
I’d shrunken to the size of an ant.

Prompt: write a story from the perspective of one of the trees.

I looked down at the path with an impassive eye. I’d been here for such a long time now that I didn’t care about anything that happened here anymore. I was the Spruce to every one here - I’ve overlooked this path for about three thousand years already.

I watched the father and son cross the trail, the boy chirping with excitement and the father chuckling deeply with fondness at his son.

I remembered another family from about two thousand years ago.

Caracalla walked side by side with his brother and father, his smile bright and his teenage face a summer sun of joy. He skipped a little when he stepped onto the grass but his hand betrayed his heart. They were clenched into fists, exposing some tendons and muscles, one clutching at something hidden beneath the crease above his belt, but of course, his hands were hid in the folds of his toga, ready to spring out when the time came. His father and brother walked on both sides of their young co-ruler, smiling and joking to their expense. Suddenly, when they had almost made it out of the glade, Caracalla whipped out his hand - which, in fact, had been grappling with his dagger - and stabbed his brother right in the chest. The father yelled at his younger but it was useless. He soon was stabbed too. Red blood stood out stunningly against the leaves.

Caracalla scraped his knife on the leaves, sheathed the weapon and walked out calmly.

I sighed.

Prompt: What if you were on an elevator that suddenly fell?

I boarded the lift and pressed 28, bouncing on the balls of my feet nervously. My girlfriend, Katie, was having her birthday party today. This was supposed to be some reconciliation party for us. I looked down at the gingerly wrapped gift in my hand. The bowtie on my suit was a little crooked, wasn’t it? I mirrored myself on the glass of the elevator. The rising elevator suddenly stopped, jarring my teeth a little. It suddenly dawned on me…Wasn’t there three lights on the roof just a minute before? Now there were two. Then one. The elevator dimmed, while the soft music crackled. I looked up on the panel at the top of the buttons. There was no numbers, just Error404 wrote in big red letters, blinking an ominous pattern. The last light dimmed, then blinked out. The elevator started to fall. I screamed in terror - elevators weren’t supposed to fall like a stone! Metal music blared through the microphones, making my head ache, and weightlessness started burrowing into my stomach. The pitch-black elevator went down, down, down! I screamed like a little kid until my voice let out and then I couldn’t say anything. Weightlessness made me throw up for at least three times. Time seemed to stop. Everything was the same. Falling. Falling. Metal music. Scream. Red blaring lights. Falling. Falling. Metal music… everything repeated. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell. My intestines contracted and relaxed at different intervals. My head was a mess. I didn’t know anything, just knew that maybe this wasn’t normal. What was wrong with Katie’s apartment building?

Suddenly everything stopped. It wasn’t that the elevator stopped, just that everything. My hair floated midair, my body in mid-wretch, the elevator lights stopped blinking.

Then the elevator disappeared, along with the darkness. Light invaded my eyes and touched my brain. I was in her apartment already. I was lying down on the couch, perfectly clean. No vomit in sight.

Katie’s face loomed above me, her face showing pity, regret and self-hatred.

“Now you understand what I mean? You can’t date me,” she whispered.

Then in a shower of sparks she left.

Prompt: Your take on the Three Little Pigs

If I were a little pig,

I’d have my share of fun,

Taunting the big, ugly

Forever hungry wolf -

Anything to see him run.

I’d build my house of solid bricks,

Then glue some straw outside,

And watch as he tries

To blow it down -

And laugh till I split my sides.

And if he really is stupid enough,

He’ll try the walls with his head.

Oh what a sight that’d be to see,

To hear him, howl howl shriek -

Enough to keep him three days in bed.

Maybe just for some extra fun,

I’d buy a few microphones,

And I’ll laugh and jeer

When he comes near,

And maybe even throw some stones.

Wolf, wolf, come not near,

Run, run, run from fear!