My Storytelling Mind

"Take it off," she ordered, reloading her gun. "What? No," I said, clutching it against my eye. A rain of bullets splattered the wall across from us, and my breath came in shorter bursts than it should have. "Take it off," she ordered again, peeking around the corner and firing three shots. I could hear grunts and shouts as she turned back to me. "I can't," I replied. She slapped my hand away and yanked the black fabric from my eye. The images came all at once, faster and faster, until she covered my eye with her own hand. It took me a moment to focus back on the present, on her face, and I could hardly breathe. "There are things you're meant to see," she said softly, and handed me the eyepatch back. "Now the next time, when you really need it, it won't be so overwhelming." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: Promptuarium.

"How many girls live here?" he asked, as they passed a large group in the hall. She smiled and continued leading him to the main office. They stopped at a large mahogany door, where she gestured for him to wait and slipped inside. He gazed around the hall, taking in the ornate patterns across the ceilings and higher walls. Several girls, clad in the household colors of black and gold, passed him. He lifted his hat to them, but they stared ahead, not even noticing or acknowledging him. Find this pin on Pinterest ! Image: Dolce & Gabbana: Runway - Milan Fashion Week Womenswear Autumn/Winter 2012/2013, Photo by Vittorio Zunino Celotto

"Lost, little girl?" he muttered after she stumbled into the clearing. She hadn't seen him a moment ago but he was all too real now, watching her with dark eyes and keen interest. "I didn't see you," she started as he stepped forward. "Are you lost?" he asked again to which she could only nod. He placed his hand on the side of her face, causing her to flinch; she felt her head slam to the side. And she hit the ground, soft grass on the edge of the wood, again alone but no longer lost. Find this pin on Pinterest !

"Oh, do stop wasting our notes, Charlie," Jeremy said. "We could be out dancing, girls in our arms, romances in the moonlight," Charlie said. Jeremy chuckled, looking back at his notes. "You're an old romantic, Charlie," he said, dropping new papers on his friend's lap. "I'll just make more planes." Charlie glanced up at his more studious friend and stood, facing him. Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Dancing?" Charlie suggested. "I know a great place, pretty girls, good music." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: GQ Magazine.

"Not after such a long time," she replied to the disembodied voice. She was determined to keep - a voice with no body couldn't be gendered, she reasoned - it busy. The corridors continued on for what seemed like ages but she stayed calm, refusing to panic as the voice wanted her to. "So young, so willing, so unusual," the voice said, seemingly over her shoulder. She turned around slowly but could see nothing. "What are you?" she asked, more out of curiosity than fear. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"They were found in the girls' locker room, but somehow I don't think they'll try anything like that again." Find this pin on Pinterest ! Source: Scotland Barnes .

"You say that like I'm ignorant," she said as she finished stacking the books on the cart. He followed her as she wound her way through the first section of the library. "But you're not supposed to know, either," he said, struggling to keep his voice down. "Why shouldn't I?" she asked, moving on to the next aisle. She knelt down to slide to two books back into their place. "I'm not hurting anyone." Find this pin on Pinterest !

"Welcome to Level 2. Please be sure to disarm all weapons before continuing through customs. Identification passes will be provided upon decontamination." Find this pin on Pinterest ! Gif source: "Harold-Feinstein-1950s," Nicolas Monterrat 

She heard the comments at the funeral. "Wearing her hair like that," tutted one of the sisters. "As if she were a maiden." "And her dress," muttered another. "Such indecency." Now that they were gone, all those voices of derision, she could mourn him the way he asked her to. It was he who chose her dress in the last days, and she now honored his last request. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Paolo Roversi.

She had tried so very hard to let go of the past, of her body, of her mind, and of her soul; but he had stopped her, pulled her mere moments away from her peace. Weakened from the attempt, she could only mutter, "No," and hope he took pity on her miserable existence. But he didn't. He wrapped her in his love and a warm blanket, and brought her home. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and our soulmate wore the other half, and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the farther away you were... My journey had a definite destination; there were many of us, around the world, of various ages, whose necklaces had always been ice cold, almost burning our skin. It was an annual meeting for those who lost soulmates early on and were cheated of a cherished rite of passage. The meeting served to replace that rite, offering a journey and the promise of lifelong friendship; some had even discovered relationships so close to soulmates that their necklaces languished in jewelry boxes. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: psyducked, Tumblr.

"Aw, come on, Sean," Jesse whined after squinting at the camera in Charlie's hand. Tim and Pat looked at Sean, but ended up looking at each other. They glanced back at Jesse, shrugging. "How does he expect me to get any good summer pictures if he keeps phasing out?" Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Brent Rivera, Instagram

He hung from the air vent, unprotected and entirely exposed. The finely embroidered rug, one of the headmaster's prized possessions, swayed at least three feet below his shoes. Glancing around, he tried to spy some cover; his landing would cause a notable thump, regardless of how carefully he fell. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Jamie Isaia for Keller NY

The robot looked at him as it finished fixing the toaster. "I understand that human dreams cannot hurt them," the Artificial Life Emulation Entity said. "There is no reason for fear." "No physical harm," the man muttered. "Many experts study the psychological effects," ALee said, moving towards him. "Shall I compile research to ease your anxiety?" The man shook his head, picking up the toaster. He stood and placed the appliance in its usual place on the kitchen counter. "No, thanks, ALee." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: Promptuarium, WordPress

That a fantasy series could capture the reality of magic so accurately nearly frightened her, but she also found it strangely funny. She wouldn't be a bit surprised if the author was magically inclined too. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: missing source

She found him in the early morning gloom, tied to the chain of the off-limits swim area; it was the perfect place to put someone if you wanted them lost. But he didn't seem lost, if his abnormally webbed fingers were anything to go by. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: David Talley

And that was the end of it. No one talked of it anymore, out of fear or disbelief or discomfort. It became a rude subject, like politics or the flaws of society. It was hardly surprising, therefore, when, like many undiscussed histories, everyone forgot. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

She saw him moving that morning as the bus sped by the gated acreage, plastered with signs of public safety and warnings to report suspicious behavior. She didn't report this, her curiosity winning over her practicality, but instead got off the bus and doubled back. Intent on finding the moving man, she picked her way cautiously through the overgrown grass along the fence; he didn't look like a dead body. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Poster by David J Rodger, from Yellow Dawn

She was in the middle of the road; he was absolutely sure he saw her before he slammed on his brakes. Despite his passengers' complaints and questions, he insisted he saw her. He even got out of the car, squinting into the darkness in a vain effort to find the girl in the ragged white dress. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: missing source

"Don't you realize how special you are?" Star Children Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: missing source.

Dreams are meant to stay dreams, and nightmares are meant to stay just that. But this dream turned into premonition, and she found herself exactly where her mind had showed her. It was like those kitchens of the 1950s, pristine with frosting pink trim. And she was sure this was the first time she had ever worn a ruffled apron. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Prompt: WritingPrompts, Tumblr

"Two minutes late," he tutted, glancing at his pocket watch. He sighed, looked around for passers but saw none. Rather than wait, he gestured for the portal to pass, in the interest of keeping the cycle closer to schedule. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Vimark, 2010.

He spent most of his time in that corner of the garden; she commented on it often, exuding disappointment. He would nod, smile into his soup, and consider what book to take with him the following morning. What his wife didn't know, couldn't possible know, was why he chose that particular tree each morning. On the estate next door, there would pass a young woman; he assumed she was a maid in the house but she returned with new fascinating books and he knew he would love her if he could only work up the nerve. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Jack Batchelor, Flickr .

"Don't you ever think of hanging upside-down?" he asked, using the door to climb up onto the bar. Marty shrugged. "It's a good way to change your perspective." "I'll keep that in mind," Marty replied and glanced around. "Stop fidgeting," Adam ordered, gazing slowly around the room. "You're making me nervous." "Me? I'm not the one searching for something by hanging off the ceiling," Marty replied as he scoffed and crossed his arms. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: MirkoStoedter, DeviantArt

She earned their trust enough for them to relax, even smile, while she was there. With her, they felt at ease and allowed her, after so many days of asking, to bring her camera to the camp. She would treasure that smiling reminder for many years to come; it would help to mask the reminder of the darkness that followed.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: The 100

Peter had never mentioned them to her; if he had, she wouldn't have frightened so easily.  "Who are you?" Wendy asked, as the girl stood up from the roots she had been digging.  "I am Jane," the girl replied. Wendy regained her composure, and her manners; she put out a hand to shake.  "How do you do? My name is Wendy Moira..."  "You're the Wendy-bird," the girl replied, ignoring the outstretched hand. "You tell stories to the boys... and Peter."  "Do you like stories?" Wendy asked.  "Come with me," Jane said and, grabbing Wendy's arm, took off running down the forest path.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Claude Berri’s Jean de Florette and Manon des Sources

The oppressive quietude would augment any natural noise, if it dared exist on this road. Even the wind dare not shudder the trees nor shift the fallen leaves among the stiff shrubs.  Each law-breaking step brings you closer to dark abyss, pressing against your overwhelmed flashlight, until you encounter the singular street lamp. The sudden circle of light would shock the senses were they not already shocked by the lack of sensation. Instead of bearing comfort, the light coldly washes over you, trickling ominously down your back and prickling the hairs on the back of your neck. In such dead silence, some people hear only their own heartbeat. Here, where you are suddenly aware of each ion of your being, your heart feels as though it dare not beat, it dare not break through the silence lest it bring down the wrath of this abnormal nature upon you. The solemnity, the inherent wrong, of a stretch of land where birds will not nest, squirrels will not scamper, and your breath...