Writing Prompt

Revealing the darkest depths of hell

Only to survive it

Now that you walk on solid ground

How do I breath air ?How do I smile ?

The darkest depths of hell created a demon in me

The darkest depths of hell made me strong

Now how to I survive the path of god

Hell was the constant reminder that I could breath yet feel strangled

The cries of those demonic souls who have been misunderstood for c...

As he takes another drink , a bruise appears on my face 

As he takes another drink , he hands become wrapped around my neck 

As he takes another drink , his words become bullets holes to my soul 

As he takes another drink, his body is shared with another women 

As he takes another drink , I am pinned to a corner as he uses my body as a kicking technique 

Tears start to fall down my face , I ask hi...

C’était sans doute la première fois que je me rendais vraiment compte de la folie du monde. J’examinais chaque recoin, chaque pièce et chaque élément, de jour en jour, de manière détachée afin de mieux pourvoir remettre un rapport clair et net. Je trouvais souvent les entourloupes, les détails capricieux dissimulés au regard general. Mais j’avais toujours un début par lequel commencer, une descrip...

Fallow Halls Police Department

Reporting Officer: Sidney Fallow

Case number 00726901

Date 06/01/2025

On May 8, 2025 at 2200 hrs, I was dispatched to the corner of Green Road and Longshed St in reference to a disturbance report. Upon arrival OFC CHARLES and myself met with Charlotte OKINOYE.

She reports that her and her husband DAMIEN NOUR had a pleasant evening and were in bed when NOUR s...

In a city of neon,

with broken hearts and colder tongues,

she walks alone with poison dreams

curled quiet in her lungs.

The night inhales her shadow

and coughs her name in smoke,

a prayer lost to sirens,

a memory she never spoke.

Each breath, a little dagger,

each step, a thread unwound—

she’s stitched from fallen starlight

and silence she never found.

So she whispers to the darkness,

not hopin...

When i walked up to the crime scene I wasn’t’t shocked, just wondered how it happened. When you work on forensics you get used to this stuff, well at least in this world. I know you probably think I’m crazy but trust me I’m not. Where I’m from you learn that there are different worlds but think what you want, back to what happened. When I closely examined the body it was pretty obvious. White face...

“Fucked up and institutionalized you can feel the madness taking over your soul.” Those were my grandfathers final words. As he layed there dying, he actually said those words to me and then farted partially, but practically. That was gramps.

We all like to think he went off to his own hell in which he was welcomed with closed arms. Sadness, I felt none. He was finally fine. It’s those past tens...

_The perfect crime—or so I thought._

Suddenly, he gasped. In the midst of silence, there was an abrupt, raspy cough that filled the room. Everyone whipped their heads in his direction, and so did I, watching with feigned horror as he choked.

Others ran to his side, attempting every procedure they could think of, but soon he fell limp in their hands and collapsed onto the cold floor, along with t...

The time of crime was ten o’clock,

When old man Harry strolled to his boat.

Out to catch a mermaid, or so he had said,

And it seems rumors had spread, as the trident hit his throat.

The depths had been quietly listening, while he’d been so careless.

Eagerly telling others how he’d be the town’s next star,

A glass of whiskey in one hand,

At the shoreside bar.

And when old man Harry was analyzed,

...

Lost In time****

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My brittle hands find yours

We waltz around our living room

At a slow patient pace

Our steps in time

Your hand finds the small of my back

And soon we have entered a high, the only thing we notice is the music and us

50 years, so much has changed

Your once rough calloused hands

Are now a soft wrinkled blanket

My once hesitant smile was second nature

Every party, event, wedding...