forum Description and Story Prompt Generator

Started March 18, 2019 by @Chameleon the Slytherpuff and Slitherpuff

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I'm really good at describing things or people, so if you need any help, I'll be here!

I'mma just put a few here right now.

She kneeled against the bathroom floor, her hair slick with sweat and matted to her forehead as she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. A purple veil laid on the dirty floor next to her, and she quickly snatched it up, holding it protectively against her cheek.
The door swung open and the girl looked up, quickly rubbing away her tears in case the bullies were back.
Instead, Corinne, a quiet girl from her class, stood there in shock instead.
"G-Go away." The girl whimpers.
"Ohh no…" Corinne quickly rushes in and closes the door, locking it with a key she must have stolen long ago from the office.
Kneeling down next to her, Corinne rummages in her pocket and pulls out a tissue, offering it to the girl.
"Thanks." The girl says quietly, taking the tissue and wiping her eyes.
"No problem." Corinne smiles, grabbing the veil out of the girls hand and wrapping it back around her head. "Good as new. Who did this to you?"
"Owen Neilson…" The girl finally admits.

How do you kill something that's already dead?

The day Ben died … The day he was run over by that drunk driver … He didn't stay dead for long.

I stood there, staring in shock at my best friend lying in his coffin, still not able to comprehend that he was dead … Then, just as fast as I had seen the light drain from his eyes on Cherry Lane, his hand clutching mine as he told me not to worry over and over again, his eyes opened.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief as he slowly sat up, blindly staring ahead, the cut on his head, although mostly cleaned by the mortician, yet still oozing with some dark red blood, eyes ashy and face pasty white, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

His mother screamed, and that was all it took.

His eyes turned red and he lunged out of his coffin, straight for her.

He tore into her neck and as she screamed out in agony, everyone except her husband started to run.

My mother pulled me close outside and quickly ushered me into our car, my dad was peacefully smoking inside, unaware of what was happening.

Mom screamed at him to drive home, and as he rammed on the gas pedal, I caught a glimpse of Ben, eyes wild and hungry, a bit of meat stuck between his teeth.

His father lay dead on the steps to the church.

We speed home, well over the speed limit, but for once my mother didn't care.

She rushed me inside, my dad yelling all the while, asking what was happening.

I barely knew myself, and I had watched it happen.