Fog clung to the streets and wrapped around every house it touched. It was cloying, and heavy, and it never went away.

Fog clung to the streets and wrapped around every house it touched. It was cloying and heavy and it never went away. And it was hiding something.

"He had lived his entire life in this house, but he was standing in a hallway he had never seen before." #writingprompt

Writing Prompt-He had lived his entire life in this house but he was standing in a hallway he had never seen before-February Prompts

July 2016-Horror Prompts-Writing Prompt-A scream echoes outside. One by one, the houses on the street go dark. My house is next.

A knock at the door. A soft thud. A dog barking. The cat hissing. Your door opens with a soft creak.

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A cursed daughter of a witch.

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It was raining, with occasional bursts of thunder and lighting. He could hardly fly in this weather, so he knocked on the door, looking for a place to wait out the storm.

He yearned to spread his wings and fly, but they were bound so tightly that it was physically hurting.

Spread his wings.

SHe yearned to spread his wings and fly, but they were bound so tightly that it was physically hurting. (Make dis gurl?

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Or, you could write from fourth person (The person narrating is dead) and it could be- She sat in the emergency ward, next to her body wondering why she hadn't been spared.

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