Writing Prompt

She never really could have changed the outcome of things. That much pressure was bound to explode at some point. I tried so hard to incapacitate my negative feelings to keep everyone happy. We became victims of that too common “friends-to-strangers” pipeline in no time. No matter how hard I tried to demonstrate my feelings to her, it was never enough. The one-sided screaming matches were somehow ...

I built a temple from my belief in you—

stone by stone,

word by word.

I knelt in the quiet of your promises.

But you came like fire,

not to warm,

but to ruin.

You lit lies like candles in sacred halls,

watched them melt the truth

until the gods in me fell silent.

Now, I walk among the ashes

barefoot, bleeding—

learning that sometimesj

the betrayal doesn’t scream.

It whispers.

And still, it ruin...

“To teach anyone, first you must demonstrate their shortcomings. You must show them they need to be taught. Then, you must incapacitate their arguments. They must learn not to fight you. Finally, you must solidify their belief that only you have the ability to save them from eternal ignorance. Only then will they be ready to be built from the ground up. They will be the perfect tools for your disp...

She was told to demonstrate her understanding of the technique.

Dozens of eyes bored into her skin, her soul, her mind.

The only way she could solidify her position in the tribe was by proof.

Prove to them you are one of them, even though your hair is long and dark.

Even though your eyes are brown and your skin white.

Even as her fate was already decided by the glowing gold eyes fixed on her ...

It almost feels like you are limited. Limited in the way you express and demonstrate. This incapacitate of your emotions is worrying. Why are you so intertwined within yourself. You never have the time for others. This solidify of your exterior, of your mangled face. Almost makes me feel pity. Pity for you. Which of course you have never expressed the need for. Hopefully you learn to deal with you...

Dorian glanced around the spacious tent, meeting eyes with the other generals and captains sitting around the oak table bearing a generous map of the region. The generals murmured among themselves, though Dorian kept his peace.

“We are **incapacitated**, Velkaroth surrounds us,” muttered General Tharek, pale and shaken, to Captain Corven Malrick grim and brooding.

In swept High General Galadri...

In memory of a cousin dear,

Whose absence fills our hearts with fear,

Gone too soon, without a chance to say goodbye,

Leaving behind tears that we cannot deny.

A bond so strong, forged through the years,

Laughter and secrets, and shared hidden fears,

Now the echo of your laughter fades away,

Leaving us longing for just one more day.

Your smile, your warmth, your gentle embrace,

Memories of you t...

It's him. His stare incapacitates every fibre of self-restraint in my body. No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop myself from gravitating towards him - I'm a helpless apple free-falling because he is my core, the source of gravity that makes me fall. And just like gravity, he needs not do anything but exist in those eyes that reflect the sky to demonstrate his grip on me and solidify my intense ...

My arms were on fire by the time I’d finished the last push-up. Chest heaving, arms trembling, I tried to catch my breath. These never-ending drills were a tool to demonstrate if we were ready or not. Could we scale the side of a cliff if it were necessary? Incapacitate an enemy if the time came? Being pushed to edge of failure with our squadmates day in and day out was meant to solidify not only ...

. Look, I’m not a photographer what so ever. But something about the overlapping colors of the sky had me more in love with nature.. When the sky decides to paint, even silence feels loud. I’ve never seen it like this—layers of color melting into each other like a dream, or maybe a warning. It looked like something between a fantasy book cover, a moody album drop, and the opening scene of a haunti...