Writing Prompt

(It’s my birthday! I hope you all have great day!)

I didn’t ask for this job. I didn’t want to be the fear that 90% of the world is scared of. When you were a kid you were probably scared of the dark. The reason you fear me is because you don’t know what’s in the shadows. You wouldn’t believe it now but your parents were wrong about monsters. We are real, but we don’t want to hurt you. You migh...

Blasting music trying to feel something. Depression like a light switch. My biggest fear when I was long was being alone but that’s all I want to be now. I just want to be alone. This thoughts get deadlier each day. Soon just soon I’ll be gone....

The dark.

It’s harmless.

Especially in the safety of your own home, the comfort of knowing you're not alone, you have your family with you…yet..

It’s not exactly the dark that’s scary, it’s what your mind says is in the dark.

What might grab your hand as you reach in to flip the light switch?

What might come up behind you if you stay in the dark room for too long?

What will happen if you go ...

here is yet another midnight poem because i like torturing myself, plus i wanna make sure my streak is always higher than JATG’s ehehehe (words before disaster)

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death.

the anticipated eternal sleep.

it’s normal to be afraid of such things,

but why must our legacy fade?

even the best things we’ve done

will fade,

and we will all find ourselves

dead, not able to do a thing about it.

this is w...

Blasting the music through my air buds to drown out the storm listen to music to deal with daily life but when the sun gose down and my air buds die the silence takes its place.

I here every creak and groan of the house at night the trees leave dancing shadow marks on my wall the heavy silence it’s to much to bear

Then the thoughts rain down on me then the pain comes back with vengeance.

The...

I see Daddy had an angry face, while yelling at Mommy. Mommy looked sad with tears rolling down her face. I was crying,sad also confused!

One night the arguing woke me up. I heard them in the living room,screaming viciously at each other.

They didn’t know I was up and listening.

I heard Daddy saying, I’m leaving you!Im moving out! I asked myself, where’s Daddy going?Im sure he’ll be back!

...

There is a mirror hanging on my bedroom wall.

It’s got a sturdy pink frame with little purple and white flowers, and it’s almost as tall as I am. My mom likes it, but I wish my parents would take it down. I really don’t like the way my reflection looks at me.

I have to bury myself under all my covers at night so I don’t see her staring; eyes half covered by her tawny, tangled hair; a huge, Ch...

Should I shut up?

Am I being too out of touch?

If I am at home, why is everything screaming so much?

My head is hurting, it makes me want to cry

I want to run, but I can hardly fly

And I can't analyze what is my problem

Can't really find the point where it all starts,

I just go by, blocking up my hearing

And stopping my own mind from shutting up

They scream at me: the walls, the floor, the ceil...

Every child at some time fears the darkness of their room. I feared the things that came while asleep. Night after night, dying, my mind creating pain where none existed. Wake up sobbing, gasping, wipe the tears do it all again. Vivid nightmares, strange for a seemingly sheltered child. A crushing fear of abandonment that one floating would give. Many adults to care an love but not one to call Mom...

When I was younger, I didn’t have nightmares. Having ‘nightmares’ implies that there were dreams that were good. No, when I was younger I was plagued with dreams; Bad dreams, scary dreams, dreams that I would wake up crying to, call them what you want. But it was every night, so they were just dreams. For them to be bad dreams, there would have to be good ones to compare with. I can’t remember eve...