Writing Prompt

“Take it.” Say the whispers in my mind

“No.” I say to myself.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt myself.”

“It won’t hurt. Just take it and cut.”

“Really? It won’t hurt? Are you sure?” I ask talking to the air.

“We’re sure. trust us. it will heal eventually..”

“I’m not sure.”

“Do it.” The voices hissed.

I then took the knife and sliced a shallow cut on my arm in the middle. The pain came at me...

I learned a little something more today about internal monologues

Some people hear voices in there that aren’t their own

Separate, even.

I wish I had that excuse

Then maybe I wouldn’t carry the guilt with me,

Because they wouldn’t be my thoughts

But I am what I think

What I think is who I am

Said I wasn’t going to read more tonight,

But thoughts hatched a plan

And I’ve done this before,

But I fe...

Maggie felt hairs rising on her neck. “Are you sure what he said is true?”

The priest nodded, “Yes,” he pointed toward the mirror, eyes looking down. “She appears in it.” He left this trail here. “The point is, through this and the man, Conrad, pieces of your clippings tie in. Elizabeth herself was led from that room. Into a kitchen where there was a cellar. Within was a hatch leading to a fals...

"Something's wrong with me." Realization strikes me like a thunderbolt, forcing me down to the hard bathroom floor. The words forcefully escape my lips and drip down my face like sweat.

Frantically, I reach out to gather them, to put them back where they belong, keep them unspoken.

No, there's not.

There's not.

I lay on the cold bathroom tiles and stare up at the ceiling. "What's wrong with ...

I screamed so loud, their voices echo while I’m sleeping

When I heard the secrets they were keeping

Fading in conversation to hear them screech

Searing my insides like a glass of bleach

Whispering reminders of failures in my past

Rain on my parade, laying waste to a sunny forecast

Doing anything to escape the internal riot

The curse of having a mind that won’t keep quiet

Avoiding thoughts of min...

‘Voices, they’re always just lying.

Vices, they’re always just dying.

Violence, it’s always so deadly.

Violins, they were made for playing.’

Please, don’t listen to me, man.

Please, don’t take it from me, friend.

These lines are so weak, and

I’ll be here all week, man.

Sorry.

I was sorta thinking,

when they creeped inside my head.

I was kinda screaming,

when I heard them secret keeping...

I smiled as I left the nursery. Three days and I’d finally been able to get rid of the powdery mildew in my section. The boss had even treated me to a few tomato seeds to grow at home. They would go perfect with the basil I was growing.

Someone caught my eye as I crossed the street. He seemed familiar. But it was hard to tell with the beard.

“You should take the alley.” The voice was accompa...

They’re lying to me and I know it. They whisper when they don’t think I can hear them, and while their words are hidden, their tone is prevalent. They’re plotting, and I don’t know if it’s against me or for me. Either way, they aren’t allowed to hide. They aren’t allowed.

I want to rage. But then they’ll know that I know. And that is bad.

So I wait. I plot against them, like they are against me....

It all started about two weeks ago, the voices in my head.They first began as simple one word whispers, nothing audibly clear. Then they grew to sentences. Each one is different, but they’re definitely not mine.

Nothing they ever say makes any sense, at least not to me they do.

One morning one voice woke me from my 15 minute sleep and said, “Don’t trust the voice that speaks of fire, the...

The voices in my head

Won’t tell me what I need to hear

They’ll lie to me instead

Making me live in fear

They tell me that I can’t

That if I try I will fail

They hurt me, they’re blunt

Making my confidence so frail.

Why are they so mean?

Why do they make me feel bad?

I wish I was more sanguine

But I’m always scared and sad.

Are they even real?

Maybe they are my own voice

Feeding myself a venom...