Writing Prompt

Movement in the forest was subtle, the trees swaying gently in the breeze, as if nature itself was orchestrating a delicate dance. Amidst the tranquility, a sense of foreboding lingered, a feeling that something ominous was about to wreak havoc on the peaceful scene.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. The fig...

Movement was hard; it hurt to move. God being sick sucks, the only plus side was that I got out of school and the uninterrupted alone time with Draya. Not that I felt up to doing anything more than cuddling with her while we binge watched TV and that was only when I was awake. Speaking of which I was actually just waking up from a nap. I let out a little moan of discomfort alerting Draya who was s...

Movement within my flesh

Writhing in my veins

Creeping up my throat

And crawling out my mouth

Wreak havoc on my eyes

Tear strips out of my tongue

Set fire to my soul

And leave me there to burn

He grips at my bones

Takes hold of my mind

I suppose I’m not alone

Perhaps I should be grateful...

Movement is...slowly becoming more difficult. I am trying my best. I don’t want to be a burden; no matter how old I get, I’ll NEVER become a burden.

It’s hard to see at night. I am trying my best. My family haven’t taken me out at night for a long time. They haven’t taken me anywhere lately.

These four walls are getting boring. I’ve tried to let them know how tired I am, but they don’t listen. T...