Creative Writing Prompts

She looks back at me from the mirror.

Mismatched eyes are bleeding black.

Lips are crusted with blood.

Shows her teeth, crimson rolls.

A puff of icy breath passes her lips.

Her small wrists look like they’ve

been put through a shredder.

Her shirt is stained with dark substance.

Golden waves are tangled into a twisted crown.

From the mirror, her hand reaches out.

Talons are sharp, she wears a f...

(Experimental rap story thing, don’t take it so seriously — it’s just practice)

(Hey! Thanks for the feature! 😁 Gotta say, I am a bit shocked! Glad this resonated with you, my friend. Maybe I’ll tidy it up a bit more and throw it in Suno haha)

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It was late one night

Raining

Cold

I was five

My parents told me everything would be

fine

Parents lie

I was six

I was sick

Homeless a...

The sweaty mage ahead of me in line is muttering, ‘Kinetosis,’ under his breath repeatedly like a mantra.

He’s about two seconds from collapsing into the fetal position and rocking back and forth.

At least he’ll get use out of that spell he’s conjuring to prevent motion sickness.

A roar rises from over the hill.

The kid whimpers and collapses so rapidly that I barely have time to catch him u...

It’s too dark. He shouldn’t have to be in the dark. It’s scary and cold and he doesn’t deserve that.

Lighting two candles, all that I can carry, I make my way out the front door to the little family cemetery. Jack had wanted to fix it up. Said his family should spend eternity in comfort. He’d cleaned the rock wall, then all the head stones. Planting flowers all around the green plot, instead of ...

years from now

when i’m 6 feet under

and the earth has forgotten my name

when all I am is a collection of bones under a stone

now too faded to tell of my story

when the roots dig into my body

and the insects make nests in my corpse

they will dig into my brain and they will get visions of you

they will see you through my eyes

and love you through my heart

they will feel all that I fel...

"You died!" a robotic voice proclaimed.

Gus continued to wipe down the arcade machine and pressed the off button. Before the screen shut off, it showed the time for a second. Almost midnight. He sighed, looking at the army of game units that still needed cleaning. There had been a big birthday party today at his arcade. Ton of work, but if business stayed this good, the venue would soon be fully ...

(For those who touch what burns them anyway)

I saw the matchstick trembling

between your teeth

before you ever spoke.

That embered grin,

half threat, half prayer,

like smoke curling from a chapel door

still whispering with flame.

You were ruin wrapped in velvet,

a lit fuse in a silk dress.

And I:

I was dry wood in winter,

all longing, no caution.

I didn’t fall for you.

I offered myself willingl...

You held me in your arms.

Silently.

But The silence speaks more than words

Neither of us wanting to let go;

Defiantly.

Your calming breaths.

Setting all my nerves at bay;

Entirely.

I never needed anyone more than you.

Mixed emotions;

Smilingly.

Losing this.

Losing us is what;

Frightens me.

So I’ll wait as long as it takes.

Hold on to this moment;

Patiently....

Having your arms bound behind your back offsets your balance way more than you’d think possible.

Ask me how I know.

The guards hoist me up with curses that should really be mine to spew.

They don’t even bother dusting the wet gravel from my knees, which was a lovely cushion on the cobblestone just a moment ago.

Pretty rude, if you ask me.

Although they’ve repeatedly asserted that my opinion...

What a question, I thought. I layed my head down on the floor, relaxing my body. “I would assume.” I replied, glancing up at Kameka. But, Alejandro seemed rather unhappy about the question. He looked at her with worried eyes, scrunching his face. “But, I’m your husband.”

Kameka turned to him, smiling with a malicious innocence. “I know.” Her words were quick, sharp, and dull. Similar to what she ...

On a different Tuesday,

my wings work, and so do your eyes.

You catch me in the periphery

of those gleaming trophies,

and you crane your neck to see me:

my straight teeth and small waist,

soft eyes, a girl's face,

smooth legs and clean wrists,

and, for one day, I exist.

You flash your good-guy smile,

make me pink and dizzy,

and I like it, somehow.

I'm stumbling now.

Instead, you catch me

on th...

"I think you’re misremembering, stop acting silly." A tight smile plastered itself to her lips. "I could never have said those things to you. "

"Oh am I?" I took a deep breath. "‘Dirty’, is what you called me, mom."

“Sweetheart, you just don't understand." She swirled the coffee in her mug, the café bustled around us. Inviting her here had been a huge mistake. "Could you blame me for being surpr...