Sentenced to Writing

Prompt: Humorous adventure 500 words. Your character is a chicken. Cross the road. We meet again , the chicken thought as it stared at the asphalt that stretched endlessly in either direction. This forbidden path had been the bane of the chicken’s existence, a promise of good things to come while at the same time being a harbinger of certain death. Many had come before and none had successfully passed to the elusive victory … the other side. What lived over there, no one could say. All anyone knew was that life would be better, if only you could avoid the metal monster guards that randomly paced along the asphalt’s length.  But today was a new day, and the chicken was fully prepared. It fluffed its feathers, gave its wings an experimental flap, and shook out each leg. It was now or never, the chicken could not face its flock if it gave up now. Give me victory or give me death. A metal guard chose that moment to speed past, the wind from their passing knocking the chicken head over ...

Prompt: Character has two consecutive dreams come true and then has a nightmare. Shandra woke in terror, the light from the double moons giving minor relief to the darkness of the forest. She’d tossed and turned all night, cinching her bedroll blanket into a suffocating cocoon around her sweat-soaked body. Panic rose as she struggled to get free, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake Corban, but needing the coolness of the air on her skin to calm her racing heart. She succeeded in throwing off her blanket, the night air caressing her skin, mocking her with its breath. The darkness knew what was coming, it had to.  "You okay?” Corban was awake.  Her voice shook, “They’re coming for us Corban, and before the day dies, they will have us.”  Shandra jumped as Corban’s warm hand touched her shoulder. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a nightmare?” “My dreams have been coming true , Corban. The last two nights my dreams have come true . Last month I had three dreams in a row come t...

Prompt: People say that dragons aren't real, but I know better. People say that dragons aren’t real, but I know better. Dragons are just hard to see, unless you know where to look for them.  Can you imagine how irritating it would be if a bunch of tiny creatures started screaming every time they saw you? Or tried to stab you with their stupid little sticks? Or tried to take away all the shiny items you spent decades collecting? It would be frightfully frustrating.  No, dragons are still around, they just found the perfect little hidey-holes to stash themselves in. See, I know because there is a dragon living under my bed. His name is Maverick, or at least, that’s what I call him. Since he hasn’t corrected me I’ve just assumed that he likes it.  He spends his days lolling about, snatching up all the shiny things that end up on the floor. He’s quick about it too. Once I dropped my favorite blue marble, and before it could hit the floor, his scaley paw whipped out and caught...