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Day/Story #14 – Prompt #1: Kidnapped (Part 6)

I have a book called Complete the Story and it has 150 interesting writing prompts. I recommend it to anyone who often faces writer’s block. I am going to try to do one a day. This is day #14, and prompt #1, part 6 in the book. The orange text is what the initial prompt was.

I’ve been missing for three days. I can tell because there’s a tiny, high window in here and I’ve kept myself awake since they threw me in here and locked the door, but that’s all I know. I assume the entire Silent Guild isn’t sleeping either, considering my safety is their most important gig, but who knows, this could be an inside job. I was on my way to my part-time job at McDonald’s when people in black pickups kidnapped me. They’re treating me fairly well for a kidnapping. There’s even a couch in the cellar! After sleeping for a while, I wake up to a nice breakfast waiting for me. I figure I’ll pretend to sleep at lunchtime so I could find out who is bringing it to me. I open my eyes just a crack and finally see who is giving me nice food. I have to look twice, but sure enough, it is my dead best friend, Hyacinth. Or at least that’s what I think. Later at dinnertime, I confront her and find out that it is not Hyacinth, it is a being who becomes the person you love most. This makes me pause. Is Hyacinth the person I love most? What about my family? And is this the thing that kidnapped me? Well, what did the kidnapping were men in pickups, but it might be controlling or leading them. I form a terrible, one-in-a-million-chance plan. I pretend I fell down the stairs and passed out. Someone opens the door and sees me. I realize that he may be too dumb for this plan to work. “Guys! Get down here! He’s dead!” he shrieks and all I can think is, What have I gotten myself into now? The five weird men have a long conversation/argument on the stairs until they finally decide I’m unconscious. As they pull me up the stairs, I can’t help but realize that besides the little…break they had, my plan is actually going all right. Knock on wood!

They set me down on a soft carpet, grunting like I’m a boulder. I remember this carpet. I remember feeling it under my shoes as I was forced into the house. I was shoved some more, then down the stairs to the left. The men had my head facing toward the top of the stairs, and they set me down with it facing the same direction. So…the front door should be straight to my right. I’ll wait till it’s a good time to make my escape. “When he wakes up, we’ll take him back down and demand some answers. This is a good time,” Gruff-Voice Man declares, and is responded with mumbles of agreement.

I stay still with my eyes closed. A little while later, I hear Gruff-Voice Man say, “I’ma go grab a drink.”

“Could you grab me one, please?” says Other Man, and Annoying Man asks the same.

I can almost hear Gruff-Voice Man’s sneer as he says, “Ha! Get ’em yourself.”

As the three walk off into the kitchen, Snake-Voice Man says, “Well, kid. Just you and me now, huh?” I shudder a bit, but not enough that he notices.

Suddenly realizing that this is a good chance to escape, I open my eyes quickly and stare at him. He jumps back a bit, and so do I. He literally looks like a snake. This kidnap keeps getting weirder and weirder. “Agh! You’re…awake! He’s awake!”

I stand up faster than I ever have and bolt to the right. I throw the door open, hop out, and slam it in their hopelessly determined faces.

Then I run. I run and run and run, down a big, long hill, not stopping, not looking back. About midway down, I slow to a stop, met by my mom. “Mom! What are you doing here?”

She beams and hugs me, but doesn’t answer. “I missed you, son.”

I step back a bit. “Since when do you call me ‘son?'”

“Oh, I…I don’t know…” she says vaguely, then curses and says “Messed it up. Again,” to herself and poofs into the same spirit thing I saw earlier.

“Not you again!” I cry. “But why weren’t you resembling Hyacinth just now? I thought it was just the person I love most?”

“Not quite…”

“Well then, what are you and what do you do?”

At this moment, I feel it go through me. It is a not really cold, but more…shivery, life-sucking, foggy feeling. Pretty much exactly what you’d imagine a ghost passing through you to feel like. It chuckles and says slowly with a lot of pauses, “I only…choose…to resemble people you…love most…that you have…lost.”


A teenager obsessed with words of all kinds. When I’m not reading or writing, I like drawing, musical theatre, and D&D.

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