Not again.

Not another filthy, dark, and damp room. Not another thick gag stuffed in her mouth. Not another thick rope tying her arms to a chair.

Erin sighed. Not the first time, and most certainly — and very unfortunately — not the last. These incidents taught her a lot: don’t be too still, don’t be too antsy. Always observe — and that was her first goal. Except, unlike most times, ...

***THIS ISN’T A POEM, UNLIKE WHAT THE PROMPT ASKS FOR. I got too carried away :)***

Those streetlights.

The dazzling, speckled streetlights that envelop Grand Street, glowing with their radiant joy.

They remind me of… happiness, like a beaming kid on Christmas morning. Freedom, like the birds flying in the wind for the first time. And, the beautiful stars up above. And past those...

The car slowly trailed away, leaving Nevan to ponder the choice he’d just made.

Adorning the fanciest suit in his closet, he had made sure he looked immaculate when meeting with the men in the car. Those mysterious, strange men — which also offered him serious cash for a crystal.

_ _The crystal, however, was not an easy find. Located somewhere in the general area which was marked on his m...

Bloody scabs. Blisters. That is all that made up his torn hands. His dry, parched skin begged for water; yearned for salvation. The scars from his burns radiated pain.

Although the physical pain is long gone, the memories still burn. It still feels real — sometimes. Sometimes, when the visions got to intense, the burning returned to his hands. The burning as he reached his hands into the blaz...