Writing Prompt

I don’t think I’m human anymore. Well, not in the way I used to be. Something’s changed inside and I can’t figure out what it is. Like something quieter has taken root in me not wanting to let go. I know it’s not skin, blood, or even a breath — it’s something we’re not used to.

I move through the shackles in my mind like fog, a voice without sound. It’s not easy. The chains are getting trapped i...

our time is

tick

tick

tick

ticking away

and yet i seem to

be frozen in time.

instead of the blood

that flows through your

veins

i have bees

drip

drip

drip

dripping through mine

and whispering in

my ears

and vines choke

me out

and flowers bloom

within my lungs

and roots twist

around my stomach

while you are

only

human

i am something

of the foliage

and nothing of

the species i

should be...

l lay in my bed allowing my thaughts consume me. I glance ait my glowing digitas Clock. It reads 4:32 Am. My eyes shift back Into a comfortable spot, locked to stare at my bedroom ceiling. As i lay there l can feel the fibers of my own skin bonding and melting into my cold bed sheets. I'm like a decomposing rotting, dead body. Utterly motionless and lifeless . I sink deeper and deeper into my stif...

Roots hold a tree in place ,they branch underneath them , connecting where leaves can only dream off . They give you energy.

Not me . I am not a tree , why do i

have them ? They twist and tangle me , wrapping round me , choking me .

I am scared ….....

It was...Peculiar.

Every passing moment felt distant.

Every beloved memory felt forgotton.

Every feeling felt unfamiliar.

Everyone seemed new...

And all saw disgust towards him.

A simple glance at his own hands set disturbance upon him. It was as if he were looking at anothers' palms. Once full of visible life and prosperity, now engulfed in independent desires. It perplexed the man. The limb he...

Everyone tends to lose themselves in the Maze. Not many people make it out, and the ones who do are never the same. For this very reason, the majority of the citizens of Murkgate didn't take part. This challenge was reserved for the desperate and/or idiotic.

Frankie was not an exception. The debt her family carried for centuries was all too consuming. Her family risked losing their house if ...

With every bad deed I do, my body changes.

I discovered this when I first killed my brother. I’m not sure what drove me to do it. He was so loud and I just wanted him to shut up for good.

My first kill was sloppy and messy. We were in he forest and I pulled out a gun on him. The gun we used for protection. Incase a bear or wild animal attacked us.

In that moment, Max WAS an animal. And I was ...

The worlds spinning

I feel different

I don’t understand

Why is this happening

What’s happening

I don’t like this

I’m turning weird

My face is melting

I’m turning into something more

Something elsewise

More than anything

A weird creature

Wrapped around in vines and veins

The tiredness fades away

The alleyway is becoming foggy

I forgot everything

My names off the record

I spin o...

Was this a blessing? A curse? A punishment perhaps? Or.. or was this a responsibility? Thinking was so very difficult while standing on watch. The fighting has finally come to an end. I stand watch and my body returns to the forest around me. An exhalation of breath, and then a stillness overtakes my body that is so absolute it is as if Time itself has lost sight of me within the woods.

That is ...

It has been weeks since the attack. The gnarled wound has only gotten worse — where it first wept blood it now leaks black ichor; part of it is always open, always shedding that foul liquid. Some of the wound has healed in warped, scaled scabs… the veins surrounding the slash are dark and bulging. It has an odor akin to rotting meat mixed with something acidic, sour.

But it wasn’t all bad. I no l...