Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem based on the theme of "Darkness"
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I dreamed a nightmare that captured my soul.
Not understanding, it burned as coal.
Awakened, distressed, began to ponder,
What had become of this place and yonder?
The angels manifest goodness and kind,
The demons ranted from out of their minds.
People, all people, were crazed and confused,
Angels were hated and devils amused.
The people captured, the demons had won.
Their minds were twisted...
Do not resent the night,
Though there is much to fear of the unknown,
There are some things about the darkness that are not so foreign to us.
For instance, we know that its velvet canopy visits us each and every night,
Enveloping our bodies and our homes in its dark embrace.
Is that not enough to trust it to keep us safe?
So open armed is this pitch nothingness that even in death,
When our...
Sarah Johnson stood staring at the entrance to the cemetery and from a distance she could see the streetlamp shining on the other side⎼its welcoming glow falling on the sidewalk that would lead her home. The night was cold with fierce winds that blew right through her knitted sweater leaving its marks in forms of small bumps that prickled on her arms and jean covered legs. She mentally kicked hers...
It’s evening and the night is closing in.
The last glimpse of light disappears above the trees.
Wait!
There!
You’ll hear it!
Nothing.
For one infinitesimal moment
there is no sound.
No movement
Nothing breathes
Nothing flutters
Nothing scratches
No one sings.
The darkness surrounds.
Slips over
Around
Beneath
Above
And tucks you in for the night.
Then you realize it’s all an illusion.
It...
Darkness, my old friend
If by friend you mean that friend who counts favour and investment the same
That friend who will intoxicate you and film the aftermath to shame you, like it’s a game
He’ll watch you cover yourself in filth, in drunken stopper with the promise of hiding you, just as long as he get to overshadow, rule, overrule the truth.
Darkness has creeped, busted, lusted, slandered, pan...
It's strength arises from my own weakness
When my eyes close
the only time I wish to embrace it
Even as the sun shines I still tumble towards its nemisis at the end of the tunnel
I find solace knowing they can't see me stumble and fall in this place
When my eyes close
I bask in the glory of the rarerifed dreams sent my way
reminded I am capable of anything even when consumed in its presence ...
They say it consumes you when
You least expect it.
I believe them because it happens to me
All the time, the way it creeps
Behind your eyes and slowly making them water
And suddenly you’re crying, why?
I cry and I wonder why I am the way that I am
Why am I this way?
Why can’t I look like the girls from the magazines
On Instagram? They have perfect lives
All of it, lies
You’ll never be like...