Writing Prompt: Dagger

Okay, here’s how to play:

First of all, I start off with a writing prompt. In the comments below, you write a paragraph (1-8 sentences) of what comes after. Then the next person to comment continues the story. I’ll include an example below.


Writing prompt: The bomb exploded.

Commenter #1: Heat seared her skin. A piercing roar filled her ears. Light burned her eyes. It was over in a split-second. She straightened from her crouched position, charred remnants of the warehouse crunching beneath her feet. Pale ivory bones littered the ground.

Commenter #2: For once, she was thankful for the Gift.

Commenter #3: She brushed ash off of her shoulder and checked the tips of her hair to make sure they weren’t singed, though it was unnecessary. Her eyes were drawn once more to the stark white bones, and she felt a brief pang of regret. She wondered if they had even realized the bomb had gone off, or if they had died in ignorance. I didn’t really matter one way or another. But that didn’t stop her from wondering.


Pretty simple, right? If you have any questions or a writing prompt, you can contact me 🙂 So, here’s the prompt.


Writing Prompt: The dagger felt cold against her skin.

Recent Comments

  • Alli M.
    February 8, 2016 - 7:34 pm · Reply

    Tremors wracked through her left hand. which was poised over her wrist. A tracking chip located just underneath her skin beside a large vein pulsed with a red glow. It would be impossible to make an incision without doing some serious damage, especially since she was using her non-dominant hand.

  • Hannah
    February 9, 2016 - 3:38 pm · Reply

    One mistake would cost her her life. That didn’t matter now. If she left the tracker in, so much more would be at stake. Hopefully her pursuers would follow her here, instead of chasing her brother as he led the rest of the escapees to safety on the other side of the Wall. She wouldn’t be able to make it out on this trip, but if she could remove the tracker and lay low, she should be fine. Gritting her teeth, she stabbed the blade into her wrist. Searing pain shot through her hand, but she couldn’t back down now. As she carefully guided the glowing tracker toward the surface of her skin, something pounded on the door of the building she was hiding in.

  • Gracen
    February 9, 2016 - 11:07 pm · Reply

    The blade slipped. The tracker still glowed beneath her skin. Her pursuers charged through the door, their ebony boots squeaking against the floor. Her stomach fell. The plan had failed. Despite her intentions, the soldiers had still managed to catch her brother and the escapees. Every one of them was handcuffed.

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