Disclaimer: This Has Absolutely Nothing to do with the actual prompt, sorry!

Hey everyone, I am writing a book! I know, I know pretty much everyone here is writing one, but I need some input and ideas, I’m just going to share two separate synopsises, synopsi? Whatever the plural form of synopsis is, but anyway I would love any input on how I could improve it or if you like the idea. This is my fi...

The snapped in half edge of the warehouse groans under me, just like my mind, I shouldn’t be alive. That physiological terror rips my brain to shreds.

“Darin! We need to jump!” Grace, one of the last members of our team yells to me.

I stare down into the ravine, we are the last group, searching for the last rift and funnily enough. It lies here. At the bottom of the ravine, dark inky blackness s...

Breathe in…..

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That’s what they tell me. When It hits. The wave. The attack.

So what is it?

Well it can be anything.

It is your own personal giant.

But for me. It’s the fractured state I leave myself in.

After I hit.

But that’s not all.

It…is panic. It….is my own trials, my own anxious thoughts.

So what happens when Panic attacks me. They call to me. They tell me to br...

Are we the same?

Sure we all look the same in the dark.

But are we all the same.

Are we all sane?

I think that I can answer that question, but does it really matter? My answer? If nobody cares?

And these are the thought running through my brain.

I can’t seem to restrain myself if I have a chance.

I get that I’m rambling, ranting.

I get that this may not resonate with anyone.

I get that...

Why do I write.

Why do I use trauma in the the things I write.

Do I enjoy it?

No, never.

So why do I write?

Is it an outlet?

A form of entertainment?

A way to keep me sane in the walls that hold me?

It may be.

I’ll never know.

But trauma helps the reader connect.

But does it, would it?

These things that run through my brain.

Am I good at this?

Am I even worth it?

Yes, no....

Trauma. That is what comes as I giddily stare outside as the sun dips below its horizon.

“Its almost time!” I whisper to my older sister.

It’s just me and her, our parents long gone. Not lost, not dead. But abandoned. We abandoned them. The opposite of what usually happens. The last streams of light fade. And at last the one thing that makes me strong, makes me brave comes. The dark. Others fear...

“My family….” I say. The words echoing. The forest on this uneven path looms. “What am I doing….”where am I supposed to be going. If I have no family, than who do I confide in.” A great light shines down on me. With my wife floating down. Like, like an angel. But no. It is my wife. But with the light of the morning sun behind her. No angels, just a feverish hallucination. “Husband.” She softly cal...

Welcome back everyone, I’m fairly sure you all know me by now. It’s been 5-6 days since I realeased 100? I don’t really know. But that’s more than enough time for me to plan the Contest. That’s right! It’s finally here. It hasn’t been that long of a journey but this random stuff I’ve shoved from my brain into writing has been here for a very long time. Not fully formed but in sparks. I hope you’ll...

I was so close. This uneven path was the only thing stopping me. So close to finding my family. I’ve searched for years on a voyage. I can barely remember them now. This epic will go down in history as the one great time of a man’s love for his family. But something is stopping me. “Am I lost?” I say aloud. I shake my head, trying not to think about that, that inner conflict. But it’s so hard. I d...

“Lies, Lies, Lies!” The Ruler screams.

“Why am I surrounded by so many lies…..”

“I don’t know my lord.” His adviser states.

The Ruler laughs, a high cold sound, “Even mine own adviser lies to me. I think it was high time I changed that….”

Introductions are in order I presume. I am Xavier. At least that’s my real name. To many I’m known as Myth. Or most commonly, Protector. I am a killer; for ...