Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem based on the theme of "Afraid"
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I am afraid of crying in public
I am afraid of thunderstorms
And that I am a bad teacher
I am afraid of my own voice when I yell
I am afraid of the dark
Because in it I can see all my flaws
I am afraid of being stuck
In some suffocating space
Like the crevice of a rock
Or with an unfaithful lover
I am afraid of the way hospitals smell
I am afraid of my own heart
Because it is glass
I am a...
I used to be afraid of the dark
Thought monsters had fangs and claws
Hidden under my bed, ready to attack
Devouring me with wide open jaws.
I used to believe as a child
In witches, werewolves and vampires
That hunted people at night
Rejoicing in their blood desires.
But now that Iāve grown up I see
Wars, murders, gore and deadly weapons
And I realise with an aching heart
That the real monsters a...
I used to be afraid of things I didnāt understand. As I got older that separated me from being a boy and a man. No man puts fear in my heart but God. And heās not here to hurt me so why should I be scared of yāall ? A spider ? I donāt give a damn ! I always wanted to be Spider-Man. A Ghost ? Yea okay , Iāll boo back at you! I refuse to walk in fear. Iāll never be afraid again. I keep my armor on a...
It was as if he had left his body. He could see himself shrinking in front of his eyes, a tunnel of darkness closing in around the fringes. All focus drawn to a single point. The computer screen.
With a throaty gasp he scrunched his eyes tight, forcing his attention back inside himself. He could feel his mind screaming, racing to escape and spill in every direction. He was dizzy and nauseous. Th...
āThe midnight train always takes you where you need to go, which isnāt always where you want to go.ā Thatās what was written on the ticket dad sent me.
The ride home lasts an hour. At this time of night thereās nobody here but me and the conductor. He stands behind a tinted window, where I slide my ticket for him to punch. I plop my bags in the back seat so that the conductor canāt find an excuse...
Annie felt a little dizzy as she stepped out of the back entrance of the club, into a narrow and dark lit alley. This place really wasnāt her jam, but she had promised her best friend since kindergarten that she would attend her bachelorette party. Jilly was having a blast, dancing with all of her college friends and new coworkers. Annie tried her best not to be a downer, but as Jilly got more and...