Writing Prompt

Everything is always seen. Always together. Always exposed.

Nothing can ever be hidden — not from the sun, with its rays of isolation and relentless visibility.

Escape is never an option. That is the reality of a world where it can only be light — and never, ever dark.

That is, until someone is pushed past the edge of reality.

When one is broken by something, they crave its opposite. Jonah craved...

In a side where everything is shinning, the darkness is calling me.

Everytime I get closer to it I can hear voices whispering my name.

In my dreams I reach that side, I have spoke to the dark sides king. He offers more than brightness, the happiness in the dark is on another level.

If you enter once you can't turn back, but He guarantee, you wouldn't want to.

The only thing he wants from you is ...

Need to experience dark ness sunlight is boring I read in books dark side of the planet. Need to feel darkness

The light I can’t sleep insomnia I need the darkness to sleep sunburn is killing walk among the mountains...

In the perpetual daylight of Aethel, Elara, a scholar of forgotten lore, yearned for the shadows, a concept whispered to be a myth. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, she embarked on a journey to the Whisperwind Peaks, rumored to be the only place where darkness might linger, seeking the anonymity it promised.

Elara, a woman of quiet observation and sharp intellect, had always felt out of place i...

Living in the shadows

Wanting nothing but to hide

Nighttime hallows

No one by my side

Living in the darkness

No one to fear

Creating days of starkness

Holding nothing dear...

Twin suns burned, Frater and Soror. Once one, now two. They lit the day and night, they parched the land, salted the sea.

One would dare not cross the land in midday, while the twins were closest. Death from the scorching heat was as common as starvation and disease.

It was just past seven, the wind brought with it a tepid breeze. A storm was approaching, a crackle of thunder sounded from the dis...

Lurking in the shadows

At a place so sunny bright

Is something so mysterious

Yet it makes me so curious

To find what is there

Hidden and rotting away

Lost and neglected

With no one to care or know

Or so at first

For I can see things well enough

Not just to see the shining glow

But also am able to see

What lurks in those shadows

What lives? What dies?

What kills? What lies?

What is in those s...

Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite. This is what my mommy says to me every night after my bedtime stories but before my nightcap slips on. I asked my mommy what the heck was a bed bug but she said no worries there are no bugs in space. Then why bring it up I think.

I was born on the SS Tranquility. We are were. Most of us are still frozen in what Teddy calls human popsicles. Four years older...

Beating down by Helios of old, world worn Will,

An anomaly of a scorched age, lunged to hill.

Endless sweltering from a grimacing menace,

Who hounded the denizens of dried out Venice,

city simmering in constant rancor of men.

Seeking solace from endless meaningless playpen.

Some sanctuary, haven of anonymity,

From rays of hot daggers and tedium that free

Him to meditate in cool sobriety sweet.

Men...

The light turned on at roughly 7:45am on December 5th, 1964 — the year after I was born — and it hasn’t turned off since.

My mother says that that first year of my life was the last time she’d known real peace. Says it’s because the screens are always on, that even our dreams are eclipsed by a white, LED glare. She died when I was twenty, smiling.

We sometimes hear of the neighboring, odd colon...