What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night

I was inspired to write my own prompt after reading Red Pen Gal’s prompt last week – It Wasn’t Me! Read it here!

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“What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night…” I never get the question mark onto my confession before she interrupts.

“Dragged? You think you dragged me here?” She attempts to grab my hand.

I flinch as her icy fingers brush against me. I’m worried I won’t get her fingerprints off once they mark my skin. 

“Don’t do that,” She whispers against the chilled air. 

A twig snaps somewhere behind us and I can hear her twirl around to meet whatever might be there. 

I don’t move. I don’t need to. I know what is coming for us, or more accurately for her. 


Wow. That prompt was even shorter than I thought it was going to be.

Sometimes I wonder what exactly inside me tells me to stop writing when I do. How do I know to stop typing after, “her.”?

What are your thoughts literary lovelies?

Do you always know when enough is enough when writing a story?

Have you ever read a story and wish they had stopped somewhere different dear readers?

As always I would love to know your thoughts in the comments below!


Honestly Austen

Postscript: This song is from If I Be Wrong sung by Wolf Larson and written by Sarah Ramey.






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