I've been having writers block lately. I'm hoping some daily prompts will help me get rid of it. Sooo if you read this feel free to post your own version too i don't mind at all writers block happens to us all! ^^
Prompt
You were out running in the woods when you fell down and hit your head. You wake up to find yourself in a dark hole, surrounding by small woodland creatures who are talking amongst themselves excitedly. You realize that you can understand what they are saying, and they are all suggesting different ways to kill you. The rabbits suggest putting you in a large trap, the fox suggests letting you go and chasing you down, etc. Write this scene.
“Put him in a large trap!”
“I say we let him go and we chase him down!”
“Forget that! I say we just skin him here and now!”
I opened my eyes and let out a small groan, sitting up. The ground below me was hard and cold, as were the walls, and the only light that I could see came dimly from above. Following the comforting sight, I looked up and searched for the sound of the voices. All that I could see were little woodland creatures; there was a fox, a rabbit, and a possum, from what I could make out, but I knew that there were more. There had to be; there was too much light blocked out for there to only be three small critters. Maybe there were people; he’d warned me that the people here were vicious.
“I’ve never seen one so small!”
“We’ll pluck him and we’ll cook him in a pot!”
“Or roast him over a fire!”
“You morons; he doesn’t have feathers!”
“We’ll pluck his hairs out, then!”
I decided to run my hands along the walls of my confinement. Dirt and roots fell from the walls and onto the ground. So I was in a big hole. How did I get in the hole? The last thing that I could remember was running, and even then, I couldn’t even remember why I’d been running. What was I doing in the forest in the first place? I found my way to my feet and looked up at the animals. Their lips were moving.
“He’s standing!”
“Maybe we should just chop of his limbs so he can’t run away…”
“That’s awfully morbid, bear.”
Oh God. The animals were talking. Not only did the people in this backwards world speak English, but apparently, the animals did, too. And they were talking about ways that they would like to off me. So this was why I wasn’t supposed to venture into the forest. I decided to make a mental note of that, but that note would be insignificant if I didn’t make it out of the forest alive. But the hole was too steep; my hands were shaking too badly; my legs felt so weak that I had to sit back down. So I listened to them concoct a plan of my demise for a good few minutes.
“Maybe we should throw him in the river.” I looked up; it was a deer. A doe, of all things!
“Maybe we should stampede him.” A moose.
“I still say we should just let him go and chase him.” That was a fox.
“This is such a tiny one.” Rabbit.
“We could still pluck and cook him.” A little blue jay!
“Or,” - this voice was welcomed - “you could let him be, and I’ll simply take him off of your hands.”
The animals disappeared from my sight, and frantic battle cries rang out through the forest, deafening me in my little hole. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, waiting for the sounds to die down. When they did, and I could no longer hear screeching over the protection of my hands, I glanced up at the hole, where I saw those navy-blue eyes with the pupils shaped like stars staring down at me.
“You silly thing!” A long, lanky arm reached down into the hole, “You’re stuck in a hole! Didn’t I tell you not to wander?!”
I took the hand. “Sorry, Zane. I wasn’t thinking.”
“You’ve got to remember that my world isn’t like yours, Alan.” Zane chuckled, as he pulled me out with what seemed to be ease. I sat down on the grass, my legs still aching and my eyes still heavy and tired. I looked up at him; I had to tilt my neck all the way back to see him in his full six-foot-seven-inch glory. There was a playful glint in his eyes. “Things that you may eat or hunt for sport may just eat or hunt you for sport.”
“Like a rabbit?” I grumbled sarcastically.
“Much like a rabbit.”
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