Writing Prompt

Welcome back everyone, I’m fairly sure you all know me by now. It’s been 5-6 days since I realeased 100? I don’t really know. But that’s more than enough time for me to plan the Contest. That’s right! It’s finally here. It hasn’t been that long of a journey but this random stuff I’ve shoved from my brain into writing has been here for a very long time. Not fully formed but in sparks. I hope you’ll...

She died with her eyes open. I couldn't imagine another way she would go out. The princess much too good for any other way. I was shaking. The stone against my back as I had watched. I had watched my princess fade. But I never belonged here anyway. No matter how many apologies. No matter how good they made life for me. I never belonged here. I belonged with my family in Romania. Dancing, singing. ...

The sun barely rose over the crumbling skyline of Armitage—a city that once stood tall with glass and metal but now sagged under the weight of its own history. The streets were empty except for a few tired souls and the smell of smoldering ash, remnants of the riot from the night before.

Mara walked briskly through the alleys, her boots crunching over broken glass. A hood covered her head, and he...

I’m like a ticking time bomb.

It’s only a matter of time.

I shove my emotions down my throat.

Shhh, they don’t have to know.

Sometimes I don’t cry for weeks,

but we all know that’s healthy… right?

_”It’s ok, I can do this,”_

I tell myself.

But maybe I can’t.

I’m like a professional actress,

I’ll show you whatever emotion you like.

No matter what I’m feeling,

I’ll make sure you feel right.

Who c...

Because the blade is never big enough

The cut is never deep enough

The blood is never red enough

To ease the pain

The walls the walls are closing in

My lungs my lungs are caving in

I can’t I cannot breathe again

I really cant do this again

Because the lies are never true enough

The voices never knew enough

My brain it never grew enough

To let them in

No matter what I try to say

No matter what I...

pounding my brain is pulsing

it hurts your words flood in one ear

out the other

a drug that isn't addicting yet just as awful

eyes droop heads sink

“pick your heads up and pay attention”

how can i when i’ve spent all night doing the work you assigned me

the ink of my pen smeared with my sleepless nights

and strangled breaths crushed by the weight of my backpack

and you expect me to focus?

the only...

The man arrived in a shining and beautiful sky dimension, the inhabitants of the place began to make fun of his horns and skeletal wings. He tried to politely ask them to stop, but they wouldn’t stop. Finally, he forcefully and aggressively said, “I never belonged here anyway.”...

Looking back, I am surprised that nobody thought of me as a freak. They should have. I looked different than Elliott and all his friends. My hands were deformed. My head was too big. I was chubby. But they were so nice to me. They took me in as one of their own. They were my true friends.

Of course, they knew I was lost. And they knew that my parents would not have abandoned me in a stra...

“I dreamed about a lion.”

I was sitting on the top bunk, my feet dangling from the side. The prison had been on lockdown for four days now. Tony, my cellie, was sitting at the small table bolted to the wall. He was flipping through an old magazine. Four days is a long time to be locked in a 6-by-8-foot cell.

“A lion? Are you crazy, man?” Tony jumped up, animated as always, rumbling on about how ...

I never speak. I never sigh. I never say anything, and no one asks why. But when I speak, it's as if I never made a sound. Not even a peep. As if my words were muffled, by a hand over my mouth. As if I were invisible to the human eye. A ghost that's yet to die.

But when you made me known and you had the heart to show me, I became a glutton.

I wanted to be out and not shut in. Every thing and pers...