Writing Prompt

It was calm—that sort of calm where everything’s still.

This calm has always sent chills to my bones. /Something’s wrong. Something has to be wrong./

I would startle at the crunch of a leaf in these moments. There’s hardly a time where I wouldn’t.

It felt like there was a net around my heart, my chest beating painfully.

I don’t remember my dreams.

But if I did, I would cradle them in my ar...

Crowded places.

Too many faces.

Always working.

Constantly hurting.

I just want this to be over…

Clock’s ticking.

Body’s kicking.

Blood is dripping.

His skin is ripping.

Choke, hands around your neck.

Evil in my bones.

Shadows like drones.

Fight to live another day.

Weaker, dead bodies lay.

I’m so sorry.

Relization sinks in.

I’m running from this sin.

Of me and you…

Tell me what to ...

Dreams,

The passage to the mind,

The darkness in my life.

Nightmares,

The horror of the soul,

All I’ve ever known.

Dreams are normal.

Nightmares too.

But too much of one

Is a drought for you.

I’ve only had nightmares,

So nothing scares me.

But dreams,

Dreams are different.

They show fun and laughter.

Nightmares show you fears,

I have no fears.

I guess all of my nightmares

Have turned into dr...

Too jaded

By the dark in my mind,

I’ve waited,

For shadows to pass by.

Too cold,

Barefoot in my own snow,

How bold;

You think this ice will go?

No, you don’t love me,

No, you don’t care—

I wouldn’t believe you,

No matter how long I stare.

Too scared

Of bathing in the sunlight,

Out blared,

The sobs of hate that feel right.

Too hurt,

Bruised and beaten by my own fists,

Insert

Your optimism; you’...

Running. That’s all I remember, not the pain, not even my own breathing. The numb feeling in my chest, I still felt every heart beat ripping through my chest, the burning sensation of the cold air ripping through my lungs, I have been sprinting for what felt like hours. my body trying so hard to keep itself warm. I didn’t know what or who it was but I didn’t look back to find out the source behind...

I hate being happy

Because i know I’ll be sad again soon

I hate laughing

Because i know how quickly it turns to tears

I hate being funny

Because i knownit can be taken the wrong way

I hate having energy

Because i know soon i will be tired

I hate being happy

Because never in my life has it stayed that way

I’m always sad in a matter of days

I hate being happy

Because i know it will end

And goo...

When nightmares are all you’ve ever known, dreams can be a truly frightful thing.

When darkness has consumed your life for as long as you can remember, light can be a truly terrible sight.

When sorrow is all you’ve ever felt, joy can be a truly dreadful thing.

The concept of peace, real peace, can be far frighting than easing.

The idea of happiness can be scarier than depression.

These feeli...

It’s been a year since you’ve died. Today I went fishing with my mom I wish you were there. You left us behind and I blame myself. I want to see you soon. I wish you could have taking me hunting and fishing. But now your six feet under with no tombstone. Your wife is working to get money for a gravestone but it’s difficult. We all wish you were here. I’m sorry your kidneys failed and you rotted aw...

when nightmares

are

all i’ve

ever known

dreams

are truly

frightful

when i’ve

only

known to

love someone

like you,

i’m scared

to find the one

you were

a

nightmare

in a way

and she

is a

dream

except

of course

love is

only a waking thing

so maybe

i’ll live

in nightmares

instead of

waking up

reality is

worse

than dreams

and dreams

are worse

than

you...

Jack glanced at the clock, dreading the inevitable: bedtime. Pacing back and forth, he knew another night of nightmares awaited him—a constant in his life, a night of being chased, beaten, and terrified.

It all began when he was nine, with a recurring dream of ghosts in his house and his inability to escape. Every evening, he would wake up just as the unseen entity was about to strike. His mother...