Writing Prompt

I tried (wrote this in five minutes and sort of was multitasking haha) enjoy!

In the past, my grandfather would always convince me to place chess. It was an old game we played when the Earth still spun freely, enjoyed while our world was whole.

Unlike today.

Today, the world is gray and alone. Often, I wonder if it still spins despite the damage we’ve caused.

Today, we play a deadly game. ...

The grey morning light filtered through the cloud cover, waking up the world with the sound of car horns blaring in the congested streets far below. The alarm blared to life, splitting the silence in two. Grunting, I pawed at the bedside table, searching blindly for the annoyance. As soon as my fingers curled around the device, I threw it across the room, snuggling back into the warm duvet.

5 minu...

Through the glimmering and polished streets with barely any cars. Through the narrow lanes and cobblestone sidewalks. Through the rolling hills and jagged mountains. Through the fog and rain and snow. Through the cool air that comes with though. Past the dense forests with lots of birds. Past the bare trees ripped of all their leaves. And past the stone barrier that separates us from the outside w...

Everything in neat rows. Never a speck of dust, and heaven forbid, a stain. Each hair, glued perfectly to my head. I can’t stick out among the sea of robots who are just numbly going through the motions of a perfect life.

I am the last historian. All of the others are long gone, because let’s face it. Face what the world wants to bury like a tomb. History is far from perfect. And that is because ...

In the heart of the gleaming city of Solace, perfection was the law. Towering skyscrapers stretched toward a sky perpetually bathed in golden light, their surfaces polished to mirror-like sheen. The air was crisp, clean, and laced with the faint scent of blossoms, carefully engineered to soothe the mind. Every citizen of Solace moved with a serene smile, their thoughts aligned with the collective ...

When something went wrong in the past, you would soon forget about it or move on. That’s what I was taught back in school and by the therapist I once had.

But how do I forget all my friends and family getting me killed and them as well. How do I forget the people once pertecting us, now slowly destroying us . And though I remember it as well as a boy would remember to ride a bike, everyone that ...

One step in front of the other, grab the hilt of the knife, follow the orders given to us. I have been blending in for the past three years as one of them. The day you are born you are raised in a warehouse like home and the day you turn sixteen you will become like the rest. Everyone does as they are told without a question. Some of the things we have done are awful. I mean they have had us elimi...

I tumbled down a hill to you I felt

Love next to the willow tree is were

I felt love first time in a long time I’d

Never felt that way since someone

Made my heart tumble into a ditch

All I felt was a tumble tumble rumble

Rumble tumble tumble rumble rumble

You made my heart go tumble tumble

Rumble rumble woah I felt love with you

I looked into your glossy eyes and I

Realised I want to tumble into ...

Perfection

Introspection

Reflection

Rejection

Not me

You see

No glee

It’s we

Unique

To seek

Not meek

Strong not weak...

In the hour of collection Alexander sat up. While the rest of his classmates remain laying on the ground, their pupils hidden behind flesh, he couldn’t help but prop himself up. The barren walls around him freezing him. Despite no windows and only a door for this room of sleeping children, Alexander felt a breeze. It practically held him from the hairs on his neck, serving as an alarm. This newfou...