At the end of the day I'm taking a red eye to Washington. For four days we'll be in cities and I might be checking the internet. For four days we'll be in the woods and I won't be checking the internet.
All that is to say - writing prompts might get a little sparse.
To keep with the theme, today's scene should be a person moving from one place to another. Flesh out the two places enough to give them weight, but really focus on what makes the character want to leave where they are or go where they're going.
Even without the furniture, even with the carpet worn down where the furniture was, looking false without the weight, the room had a certain warmth to it. Though it was sunny and bright outside, there was a fire from three years ago burning in the fireplace keeping three people warm when the furnace broke in the winter. There were candles lit and a couple kissing on a couch. He laughed at them and how naïve they were, but he knew that the happiest moments of his life were with that woman. Lying on the floor in a little box that he hadn't been able to move yet was a white gold ring with a tiny diamond mounted at the top. There had been a coffee table under it, and when the table was carried off into the truck the movers had placed the felt box on the floor for safe-keeping. He hadn't been able to touch it when he saw it there two weeks ago with the letter next to it. And he couldn't touch it now. Her letter was full of sorrowful crying and apology, but his heart was steeled against her present plaintive emotional attacks. She had fallen in love with someone else, and though he knew things weren't right he couldn't forgive this trespass against him. In a few months he would be able to accept that they were his failures as much as hers which made cheating an option, but for now he couldn't see anything but how he'd been made a fool of and the "whore" who had done it to him. He had to leave. He walked to his front door for the last time opened the door and stood in the opening for a long time looking at everything in the room but the little felt box. Opened in love, closed in negligence, and left on the floor in spite the little box was the one part of the house that he would try his best to forget.
You know I like what you write and this is no exception. These blurbs are great and I want you to keep them coming, but as far as blurbs go there's not too much to improve on. I want something longer or, barring something longer, I want something that moves. This gives the promise of movement, that in months there will be movement, but it's not here now. You're currently building sets and painting the pictures of the people who live there. I want a flip book where those people move. I don't know, keep doing what you're doing, but if you feel like it, try painting two pictures and tying them together.
The law will not protect you. Reason will not protect you. Your instincts will fight against you. Your mind will turn against you. You will feel fear. You will feel confusion. You will question whether or not I'm doing anything at all. You will become your own worst enemy. I speak with many voices. I use the words of others. I hide behind delusions. I am an illusionist. I cast spells. My tactics are manifold and novel. You have never encountered anything like me before. Your friends will not believe you. I am unimaginably cruel. You won't remember what I've done. You won't remember what I've said. You cannot hide without isolating yourself. You will become something you hate. You will forget my name. You doubt me in this moment. My predictions become true slowly. One by one you experience their veracity. It won't be soon. It will happen later. My magic works slowly. Years later you will have forgotten what I've planted in you. My seeds have been growing long within you. Your identity will crumble. You will wonder who else is helping me. You cannot imagine that I act alone. I act alone. You cannot hurt me. You cannot stop me. You cannot impede my will. Leave, now. :) Go away. c: Get out of town! ;) You are not wanted here. <:O Your comfort is not worth defending. ;)))You don't belong here. You're not welcome. We won't tell you. We'll make things unbearable. It will be subtle. It will be psychic. It will cause you stress. You cannot accuse me. You cannot fight me. To do so would alienate you from your allies.
Man, this is great. It's really digs deep and I think it's very close to some core fear that's in a lot of people (I know it's in me). I think the voice is well used and it stays very consistent through the entire passage. The character is palpable and ethereal. Very solid. The emoji at the end kind of threw me off. I could see this as a more interactive piece, a book written in HTML where the text comes across like a chat box, but it kind of pulls me out of things here. Also, without a scene to wrap around it, it feels a little hollow. Don't get me wrong, this is a great piece and gave me a few shivers, but I would like to see more of the world it slots into.