I wrote a piece just over 400 words (407).
It’s unedited and I didn’t think about what I wrote. I didn’t have any idea where I was going with it but I enjoyed it non the less.
Here is what I wrote.
Stillness…it crept around him. Paranoia seeped into his bones. He couldn’t her her, he felt her. A chill ran up his spine, the hairs on his arms stood on end.
Paranoid is what they had called him. Delusional and paranoid. He wasn’t. He sensed the eyes around him. He felt the breath on his neck when he laid in bed in the dark.
He knew they were there. Her in particular. She scared him but soothed him. He knew she whispered to him in the dead of the night. He knew it was her moving things around his room. Why didn’t she show herself?
He believed in them, the pixies. He knew they existed. His grandmother had told him when he was younger. His sister just thought they were fairy tales told by a Kooky old lady but he knew better. He’d seen the light in her eyes.
They were there now, in the dark. He didn’t dare move, he didn’t want to scare them.
He whispered “I know you are there. I can sense you. Please don’t hide”
He heard tiny footsteps running. His heart sunk, they were leaving him again.
All of a sudden the lamp flicked on. He moved his head slowly to where it sat on the bedside table.
There she was, facing her back to him. He moved forward slowly. Edging closer. She turned, slowly.
He screamed! He didn’t expect her to look like that. Her head bigger than her body, her face distorted like a crazed beast in a horror book. Her mouth, wide…sharp pointed teeth smiled at him. She hissed.
“Aren’t you glad you wanted to see us now?
He stood shaking, shock registered on his face. Delayed his reaction to run, to hide. A minute or two passed by, his nerve to leave lessened with each second.
He must be crazy, he took a step towards her. She sneered but didn’t make a move towards him.
Was he suppose to fear her? She looked as if she should be feared but she gave off an aura that told him he was safe.
He took more steps towards her so he was at the bedside table.
She looked at him, her eyes sad. He held out the palm of his hand and she walked onto it.
“I won’t hurt you, if you won’t hurt me” the Pixie said.
He replied “I never want to hurt you, you’re safe with me
Thanks for reading and if you fancy also using this prompt I’d love for you to link me your writing .