Writing Prompt

Nightfall didn’t know what to think of Beacon’s plan.

She wanted this to involve the least amount of people possible. Since Brainwash is her problem.

But she knows Beacon is right. If Nightfall can’t hurt him, they will need help to stop him before he goes too far.

He aims to control everyone. That way, there will be no violence. No crimes. No anything.

That comes with no free will. He is m...

When he’d walked into the dining hall that night, my heart stopped.

I’d thought it was love at first sight.

Dark curls framed a pale face, black eyes with delicate lashes pulling me in like a siren’s song would a fisherman in the tales my mother told me as a little girl. He smiled when he saw me staring, making me blush, before he turned to talk to Sir Ivan, the man hosting the event. After dinn...

Julie ducked behind a tree, panting as she tried to make herself as small as possible to stay out of sight. He had been a perfect gentleman when they had met, but now he was more like a predator. She heard Dathan call out to her, his voice menacing but inviting in a way. “Julie! I know you’re out there!”

Her breath caught in her throat and she put a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stifl...

The first time she met him, his laughter had been a balm. His words, smooth as wine, had melted her defenses. He knew exactly how to look at her, how to touch her hand at the right moment. A gentleman, she thought. At last, a man who wasn’t cruel.

But the charm had worn thin like cheap paint. Beneath the smile was something ravenous. She saw it in how his eyes lingered too long, not with love, b...

Her breath hitched in her throat, paralyzed by the desperate need to hide as she scrambled like a deer to flee. Hide. Get away. Escape.

Oh please great Lord protect me, she cried, save me from sin!

Her bare feet quickly echoed on the cement breezeway. Quick, but loud. The late night moon followed her from the chapel to the gardens where she ran between hedge bushes and into a group of trees....

The ground is cold, unforgiving, and covered in rocks that dig into the bottoms of Penny’s feet. Warm liquid rushes down from the wounds, grounding her as she runs for her life.

Her feet thump against the ground again and again, and once more she cries out in pain. It hurts—it burns—and while she desperately wants to stop, her mind screams at her to keep going.

She knows this isn’t a game that...

He had been so charming at first, sweeping her off her feet and enveloping her in love. But now, he was no charming gentleman. He was The Hunter. And she was his prey.

It was the first month of summer, and the butterfly was young. Dancing among the wildflowers, she flaunted her fresh beauty, fluttering her painted wings in the sunlight for all to see. She saw how the children’s faces brighte...

He had been so charming at first, sweeping her off her feet and enveloping her in love. But now, he was no charming gentleman. He was The Hunter. And she was his prey. Not in a physical sense, but she frequently felt torn to pieces and her mind consumed by his sharp tongue and torturous pride.

The Hunter was a signal phrase to her empathetic friend when he was leaning heavy into the narcissim. He...

Cassie could not believe it when she started noticing slight changes in Ethan’s behavior. He was once so kind and uplifting, but now he tears her down and makes her feel so small and unworthy. He seems pleased and almost happy when she cries. He says the most hurtful things, and Cassie has started to believe that they are true. She wonders if he says these terrible things just to be mean. The trut...

an ugly beast

and ugly sins

with ugly thoughts that lie within

an ugly voice

such crooked teeth

an evil smile, draws in deep

with fragile lies

intriguing smiles

they'll stay, he feels loved for a while

till ugly beast

with ugly sins

comes and rips them from within

the goose hunt long

and daunting, still

it's better yet just being killed

by the ugly beast

with ugly sins

and all the ugly stuck ...