Writing Prompt

****

****

**Last night I dreamed of muted sobs,**

**where echoes have no end**

**Which stem from sorrows people face,**

**with hearts that never mend**

**They'll follow down the path that leads,**

**through shadows of despair**

**Beyond the stream of tears they've cried,**

**through the path that leads nowhere**

**Where the sobs are only memories,**

**that haunt without a word**

**And bring to lif...

It was the kind of winter morning that wrapped the world in silence.

The air was still, crisp enough to bite at your nose, and the sky a pale, wintry gray. Trees stood bare, their limbs cloaked in frost like lace spun from the breath of January. A layer of snow blanketed the ground, soft and untouched, and every roof in the small mountain town of Pine Hollow carried its own crown of snow.

Icicle...

Silent crystal teeth

a lone shape in frozen dusk

pauses at the edge....

Inside the cabin she felt feverish. Face flushing. Hands clammy. Throat scratchy.

The longer she stayed in with windows frosted and fireplace blazing, the more she felt that she might explode. With tea kettle whistling and thermometer cracking, she threw open the door and burst outside.

Under the icicles, her fists unclenched. As she stepped into the yard with cautious trepidation, the poun...

In the dark of night

a man in the shadows

I shout in fright

Branches crack beneath my feet

I start to run but I skin my knees

I look behind me and the man begins to speak

I am your thoughts and your deepest fears

You can try to run

But I am always with you

I close my eyes hoping it’s all just a dream

But all I see is the man in the dark shadows of night

Once again I yell in fright

The man speaks...

I run through the forest but never see the way

time holds me still,

a shadow’s grip,

a silent cage.

The dark consumes my footsteps,

whispers without escape.

No light, no way—

just endless night

and me,

trapped inside myself....

Ice fangs enclose the narrow opening. I stand at the tongue and lose my eyes in the dark. To enter is to be swallowed. I shall not enter, for fear of never being spit out....

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 ...