Writing Prompt

The Warkal. The device used for centuries to torture. Used by ancient Mesopotamia. Now it’s found. And the judgement day is here.

My name is the Other, I’ve been trapped various times, most recently by the MASTER. Who’s story will be told in the future. The Warkal is my fate and my future. I am the one who tortured and the one who is tortured.

This is my story, one of them at least. Bear with m...

How do you escape

The friend zone

For it is torture

To be trapped inside

How do you escape

The friend zone

For I feel as if

I am trapped inside

_“How to escape the friend zone”_

_“Am I in the friend zone”_

_“Have I been friendzoned”_

I frantically search

With no answers I behold

How do I escape the friend zone

Is it with a kiss

Planted firmly

On their soft lips

How do I escape the friend zo...

chains.

lots of chains

_what the actual fuck_

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it was a normal day. completely normal. just me and my boyfriend and….. My boyfriend. Dan. what the fuck did he??? no. no of course not

i look around. chains across the ceiling in a dingy inclosed cement building. almost like a garage. More like a crypt. that doesn’t help my anxiety. the chains extend down and attach to my wrists and neck, b...

Malcom was pleading for his life as he was being tied up.

_PLEASE! I’m begging you. PLEASE LET ME GO!_

As they hung him upside down, he began to scream and shake uncontrollably. One of the men stepped out of the room for a brief moment and came back with a long, hefty saw.

Malcom laid his eyes on the saw that was going to be used to cut him in half and he let’s out a piercing scream.

Someone...

It’s dark ripples flowing down, slender handles, soft material wrapping all throughout. Specks dark throughout; carvings uniquely embroidered in. Light coloring and fluttering as a mask.

O dear, O dear!

This is my love indeed.

Her dark flowing hair, slender hands, soft skin. Her moles as if they were stars; uniquely hers. Light surrounding her all being.

O pain, O pain,

Please stop this mus...

This ancient ancient art of water boarding to place a cloth over someone’s head to a board put a cloth over the heads and pour a water over it experience the feeling of drowning.

It was first used by the inquisition during the Spanish Civil War .

To escape it I kick the torturer in the head end of the groin disarm the key and place his hand in the chains than I pour water over him...

“Mind your step. Welcome to Hollister Memorial Museum. Welcome to mind your step.”

Shuffling their feet, the bus load of fourth graders waited on the grand staircase. Ms. Welch ushered a pair of slap-fighting brothers into the museum’s front entrance. Django scouted for an escape.

Each student’s ID bracelet was scanned by a museum guide with a bright smile and exhausted eyes. Django scanned his...

The device looks ominous sitting in the dark corner. I could smell the rotting wood and grease on the gears. This device is going to be used to torture me to pull a confession from me. My crime is questioning the church and their teachings to the children of our village.

The device consisted of a table made of wood. There are worn ropes that run from two sets of pullies, one at the head and one ...

His eyes were filled with panic and shame as he quickly got off our bed. His ‘friend’ was scrambling to find her clothes while wrapping my blanket around her to cover herself. He brushed off my suspicions many times, telling me I was paranoid because his love for her was like that of a brother. It would offend him when I accused him, and he always had many excuses and explanations. I saw a hint of...

Love - the oldest type of torture.

It started in the Garden of Eden,

It dwelled within our history

feeding on our human nature.

Love - it breaks, it hurts, it smashes

Heart and soul, body and mind

Until you’re nothing but piles

of blood stained wings.

Love - how I survived this torture?

Or am I still alive in spite of all?

I always ask how can it be that people

Don’t sense the rottenness ins...