Neues Schreibprojekt mit Writing Prompts

Hi uh ich hab so ein dings mit zwei Freunden von mir angefangen, ich hab verschiedene Writing Prompts auf pinterest zusammen gesammelt und wir suchen jetzt immer eins raus und schreiben dazu eine Kurzgeschichte. (Da die prompts auf englisch sind ist die Geschichte das auch). Der erste writing prompt ist "And for once, the darkness was comforting." Ich bin noch nicht fertig aber ich stelle mal hier rein was ich bisher habe falls irgendjemand daran interessiert ist, sich das durchzulesen. Wenn ein paar Interesse zeigen werde ich vielleicht jedes mal eine Kurzgeschichte reinstellen bei den nächsten Prompts. Ist halt nur auf englisch.

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"Ahhh-" Ka shielded his head with his trembling arms and suppressed a desperate whimper, pressing himself further into the gap between rotten wood planks, once forming a spot hiding for the soldiers of his land. He tried to ignore the screams and cries surrounding him, being caused by shards and silenced by bigger pieces of the dropping bombs. Ka's breath was shallow and hectic, his heartbeat almost making his head burst - that's what Ka felt. When the din around him became quieter the young boy lifted his head slightly and looked around, failing to see anything clearly. The air was full of smoke, gas and particles of crushed materials. It smelled like blood. Ka heard no more screams. Only whimpers here and there. Still trembling he got up, seeking support by leaning against a decaying post, probably the rest of a fence. The young boys' eyes darted around and suddenly his tensed lips formed into an ironic smile. Weak laughter escaped his polluted lungs and he coughed. Ka went out in the first place just because- no, that would be the wrong way of phrasing it, human lives have all the equal worth after all- Ka went out on a head risking and very important "trip" get his grandma who had dementia. Well, to his own dwelling, or rather - his own cellar where his mum and dad and his little sister were hiding. In the cellar it was cold. And dark. And scary. Ka was scared of the dark. He was scared of it since he could remember. In the beginning he only feared the monsters under his bed, later fictional characters from movies his friends told him about. And now? Now there was nothing scarier than all this, the war. And the fact that at any moment, no matter where he was or what he was doing- a bomb could end his life. And the life of his family of course. Ka wantes to shake his head but immediately stopped, the injury between his shoulder blades sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. He should better hurry before the rain of killing technologies started again. He made his way by stepping over dead and half dead corpses, stopping from time to time to rest. But he knew he didn't have much time until everything would start over again. When he finally reached his grandmas' house he sighed in relief, seeing that the building was still intact. He hurried towards the door and entered the dwelling. "Grandma?" Ka coughed, and gasped for air. "Grandma?" He stumbled through the rooms and finally found her sitting on her favorite armchair, not aware of anything happening outside her house, knitting another scarf, probably for Ka's little sister. When he came closer she turned her head and smiled at him. "Ka! Nice to see you again, you didn't come visit me for a long time..." Her smile turned a bit worried. "Child, tell me, why are you so dirty?" Ka smiled back. "I was playing with Sha're in the garden grandma. She's asking you to visit us, will you come?"

Anonym der 10 000
Echt gut geschrieben

Danköö ^^

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vor 4 Stunden

Anonym der 10 000
Irgendwie auch bissl traurig

Man wieso löscht es immer wenn ich antworten will

Anonym der 10 000

vor 4 Stunden

Lol

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Anonym der 10 000
Irgendwie auch bissl traurig

Ja, hatte iwie Lust darauf, nicht jedes wird so sein

Necrowmancerr
Digga dieser name

Schöner Erstwagen Crow!

JaBe mistr

vor 3 Stunden

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"Ahhh-" Ka shielded his head with his trembling arms and suppressed a desperate whimper, pressing himself further into the gap between rotten wood planks, once forming a spot hiding for the soldiers of his land. He tried to ignore the screams and cries surrounding him, being caused by shards and silenced by bigger pieces of the dropping bombs. Ka's breath was shallow and hectic, his heartbeat almost making his head burst - that's what Ka felt. When the din around him became quieter the young boy lifted his head slightly and looked around, failing to see anything clearly. The air was full of smoke, gas and particles of crushed materials. It smelled like blood. Ka heard no more screams. Only whimpers here and there. Still trembling he got up, seeking support by leaning against a decaying post, probably the rest of a fence. The young boys' eyes darted around and suddenly his tensed lips formed into an ironic smile. Weak laughter escaped his polluted lungs and he coughed. Ka went out in the first place just because- no, that would be the wrong way of phrasing it, human lives have all the equal worth after all- Ka went out on a head risking and very important "trip" get his grandma who had dementia. Well, to his own dwelling, or rather - his own cellar where his mum and dad and his little sister were hiding. In the cellar it was cold. And dark. And scary. Ka was scared of the dark. He was scared of it since he could remember. In the beginning he only feared the monsters under his bed, later fictional characters from movies his friends told him about. And now? Now there was nothing scarier than all this, the war. And the fact that at any moment, no matter where he was or what he was doing- a bomb could end his life. And the life of his family of course. Ka wantes to shake his head but immediately stopped, the injury between his shoulder blades sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. He should better hurry before the rain of killing technologies started again. He made his way by stepping over dead and half dead corpses, stopping from time to time to rest. But he knew he didn't have much time until everything would start over again. When he finally reached his grandmas' house he sighed in relief, seeing that the building was still intact. He hurried towards the door and entered the dwelling. "Grandma?" Ka coughed, and gasped for air. "Grandma?" He stumbled through the rooms and finally found her sitting on her favorite armchair, not aware of anything happening outside her house, knitting another scarf, probably for Ka's little sister. When he came closer she turned her head and smiled at him. "Ka! Nice to see you again, you didn't come visit me for a long time..." Her smile turned a bit worried. "Child, tell me, why are you so dirty?" Ka smiled back. "I was playing with Sha're in the garden grandma. She's asking you to visit us, will you come?"

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