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The Daily Prompt – June 25th – Your Worst Nightmare

1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.


The Prompt:

We always talk about the incredible dreams we have, but we often shy away from talking about our nightmares. It’s time to face the darker side of your sleep.

Describe your worst nightmare.

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

2 comments on “The Daily Prompt – June 25th – Your Worst Nightmare

  1. Jessie Ann Ray
    June 25, 2013

    I was walking along side the road one evening, until I reached this sign, it specifically had my name on it and pointed left. So I went right. Probably the worst mistake of my life. The more I kept walking, the crazier it became. There were six glass human size cases covered by curtains. Each one of the cases had individual words written on a piece of paper. “Heights, water, darkness, paranormal activity, snakes and suffocation”
    All at once the curtains fell, and I soon learned that the words were not just words, but were people’s fears. In the first case was a mirror image of myself, the second was my mom, the third was my younger sister, the fourth was an old friend, the fifth was a new friend and the last was a teacher. Each person had some sort of relevance to my life at one point in time. All of a sudden everyone in the cases started to become taunted by their own fears The floor of my cases began to fade away, my moms filled with water, my younger sister’s became cloudy, the old friend was levitated off of the floor of her case, the new friend had snakes falling from the top of his case and the teacher began to run out of oxygen. All I could do was stand there and watch each person die, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I just had to stand there.

  2. The Running Son
    June 25, 2013

    “Automatic doors”

    The air, midnight crisp
    between two supermarkets.
    I was there in one, staring
    at a display, a rock, and a large

    long ramp leading to the door.
    I stopped and the rock opened its mouth
    a long tongue stuck out, then more
    tongue, then more. Then I ran out

    into the dark, out the door into
    the parking lot, and into the other store,
    looking for anybody. “I didn’t mean to
    disturb you so sir, but I abhor

    being chased by rock-tongues out automatic doors.”

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