Not based on the prompt but one of my before-sleep scenario’s.

(Like all my pieces of writing, this was written without looking back. So I apologise for any mistakes or inconsistencies.)

A golden glow lit up the library, candles turning the two of us into long, distorted shadows. He was leaning back against his chair, legs crossed and arms casually draped ovet the armrests. We spoke softly, bar...

The rift opened, dragging me with it.

Each stolen glance, each feathery touch, each word softly spoken pulled me deeper into the tunnel that was her.

The tunnel that leads to abyss.

Slumps try to keep me down but we push back!! Winter is hard on all of us but we’ll get through it, nothing can beat us 🗣️

(Lil motivational talk to help me and anyone else falling into autumn/winter dip keep goin...

It was under that shower, at my stepfather’s home, that I finally felt at peace.

The clattering of the water, how the light made glitters of the drops, and the timeless feel of it all… it was like this room was a universe on it’s own, a safe sanctuary I could live in forever.

Faint noises of my brother and sister laughing, our parents walking up and down the stairs, and the neighbour’s dog barkin...

Down the street the cloaked man walked.

Although his clothes were common, his stride was strict and his gaze was hard. Each of his steps was placed with a clear goal; away from this town.

The man avoided everyone’s eye as he marched on forward, yet each of them was drawn to him. As if his feet, which silently moved over the sidewalk, sounded loudly every time they hit the ground.

Much like last ...

Straight faces encircled me; front, back, left, right. They were standing in a circle, their shadowed eyes boring into my own, lips barely moving as they spoke;

“You look like a rat,” said one.

“Like a rat that got run over,” another added.

“Smell like one, too,” their voices turned into mere static as they hit my ears. “I bet that’s why he hit you, isn’t it?”

It continued on and on and on. Yet my...