Writing Prompt

I wander alone, not a soul by my side

The air is still and cold

The sun peaks through the trees in rays

While the thoughts inside my mind unfold

I know not where I’m going

I dare not think of where I’ve been

My sins run through my mind in waves

And I struggle - a major war within

This dark pit looms in front of me

I look down, nervous - I take a step back

“Please help me…” a voice inside my mind...

I'd never thought twice about my safety in this small town, that is until the winter of 1981. strange disapearances popped up on the news almost everyday, new people moving to town. Everything was different and it wasn't the good kind of different it was the kind that made everyone turn against each other. This town was not safe atleast not anymore...

Breath. Breath. Look your breathe. You’re real. Reality will strike you. But you will know the cue. That cue which teached you how to breath. That cue that that will only get you closer to death. I know its cold. But this is how you hold. You hold this warmth, only to release. Maybe you do all of this to be in peace. What even is peace, is it comfortability? Or is a state of tranquility? But you ...

The smell of stale leaves invaded his nostrils. Decay. Detritus. And him, left among it, alone among these silent but somehow threatening pines.

He did not know how he had come to be there, nor how long he had been there. In fact, he didn’t know much anymore. He wasn’t even sure he knew his name anymore.

Before him… was that light? Yes… it must be. A path leading out of this wooded prison. He t...

Freeing to see my walls come down

Freedom to doubt my walk on the clouds

The fog of my mind envelops me

My longing for peace allows me to see

I walk along the darkness, I listen to the trees

I follow the path, I wander the eves

Was it always this simple, or will it get worse?

a sadistic god, and an open hearse

I stand here willing to give in

Free to give myself love again...

_Two days—48 hours—2880 minutes—172800 seconds. It’s all the same._

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It feels like centuries before I finally broke the barrrier, digging my fingernails desperately into the cracked rock, climbing with no energy left. I couldn’t feel anything—numb with the piercing cold of winter, stinging everytime I moved. Every breath I’d take, my lungs came closer to collapsing—but I couldn’t give up. If ...

I glance around the forest, looking down at my feet as I tripped over a rock.

I quickly stand back up, brushing myself off. I was embarrassed, even though I knew nobody was around to see I’d fallen.

I continued walking through the woods before something suddenly caught my attention.

A man was standing beside a tree, his back facing me. I raised a curious brow.

“Hello?” I say, taking a step tow...

isolation. no sound escapes these soles. skin so cold tears began to freeze. 3 coats cannot keep this flesh warm any longer. I carry a single knitted glove and two dice in the bag stapled across my chest. sun sets beyond the trees, yet I do not mourn the dinner I will miss. depression a cave in which the light can seem so small. I followed no path yet was led right to this small opening in the roc...

It is in the place where no one dares,

to climb, to seek, to find, to care

It is my own face in which I stare,

I am at my peak, when no one’s there.

No awkward words, or worse, the silence

Homeless, to avoid domestic violence,

The heart begs for safety, I’m yet reminded,

By the mind’s heavy hand over my mouth, whispering, don’t even try it.

No glass house, just stones, thrown in disarray

No...

The air is cold

The chill breeze hitting my face

As the dark wooded air begins to thicken

As the light at the end of the tunnel brightens

The sky darkens.

The green trees begin to sway

As the sun sets and the moon rises

When I finally make it out of the pitch black tunnel

The air is warm

And the tunnel is gone....