Prompt: Think of a recent nightmare you had and write down everything you can remember.
Use this nightmare as inspiration for your story.
I forgot how to breathe.
The air in my lungs turned to ice. My airways constricted, shrinking to suffocating tunnels that starved my cells. Panic clawed at my throat; a trapped bird beating its wings against my thin bones. I crouched, hidden in the shadows beneath a crumbling archway – the skeletal remains of a door.
Breathe, breathe. Nothing but a desperate mantra. If I didn’t, my legs would give way, crumpling beneath me like discarded cloth. Death, then, would be a certainty.
Taking a shaky, shallow breath, I peered out.
Beyond the gaping arch, in the pitch-black alley, a Slicer moved with a terrifying grace. Its limbs, impossibly slender flowed like liquid shadow. It had heard us. The frantic run through the cramped private gardens – a desperate attempt at escape away from its detection – hadn’t been silent enough. Now, it patrolled, a predator tasting the air, its senses honed on our lingering scents. Its organic leathered skin coating its spidery thin arms connected unnaturally to razor-sharp, curved falchions tips, unfurled with a sickening whisper, each blade a promise of swift, brutal death. Four thin, glistening wings, like sheets of oiled silk, whirred impatiently at its back. And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that it has already found its first victim.
Soft, stubborn heartbeats hammered warmly on my back, a frantic drum against my spine. The young boy from our group who was huddled closely to me shivered wildly. “No,” he murmured fearfully, “We can’t stay here. It’ll find us. It’ll kill us all.”
Panic seized me. “Wait!” I hissed, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t move! It’s sensing us. We must wait. Trust me. I—”
Too late.
This short story prompt was provided by Imagine Forest.
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