Writing Prompt

I soldered my hands

Onto the motherboard of my face,

Like this might drive away the charges.

Tell me, does this mask make me a hero

Or a criminal? Does this skin

Burn like a searing poker

Into my bruised and yellow potential?

These metal heartstrings

Rust and thicken,

Then flake like dust from bone,

Orange as the sun,

and bright as fungus,

Until my lungs are sick with heaving.

I hid behind iron...

“My lord.” I say. Too quite. He won’t hear me over his guests, as I am up on the balcony, he, on the courtyard. I duck my head, shaky hands holding the tray as I make my way down the marble staircase from the kitchens above. Musicians play on an elevated platform, and women in revealing golden gowns dance on a stage slightly below. Party guests take drink than they should, eat till they can’t, tha...

I’ve always been an outcast,

And it never bothered me.

Normal people don’t care to see

What’s always been clear to me.

I do my own thing,

Write my own rules.

I don’t believe in lies

Told by average fools

It didn’t just dawn upon me

that I was different from the rest

When I lay down my head one day

to go to sleep and rest

I’m not one

To easily give in to lies

Told for everyone around me

Who has ...

I was an outcast

The school walked passed me

Nobody bothered to know my name

Called me the mute girl in seat three

I left the school different

From spending six months alone

And I promised myself

I won’t go unknown

I cut my hair

Changed my clothes

Made some friends

Became better known

But I ponder each night

Why would they ever like me

I’m just the weird kid

That sat in seat three...

I’m sitting at a table with a family that loves me, but how can they love me when they don’t even know me?

I’m an outcast.

I knew it from the moment my mother threw the phone in my face and said live with your dad, knowing I didn’t even have his number memorized in my head. I hadn’t seen him in years since he left when I was small, then mom says she never wanted me at all.

I’m an outcast.

My s...

The clinking of glass mugs, filled to the brim with bubbly amber liquid, echoed throughout the dim lighted room. Hordes of blackened, soot covered men, lined the bar and surrounded the circular tables. A heavy layer of smoke hung in the air following the incoming draft from the shattered window.

The lively atmosphere was interrupted by the “squeaky” “creak” of the batwing doors as they were swung...

I hadn’t predicted this was how my winter would be spent. Stuck inside a small town on the outskirts of a destroyed country. Teetering back and forth between pushing me out or keeping me.

We were a small group of people: old people, young children and teens. I got scolded from not being born if the property. “He’ll revolt!” “He’ll steal our food then run!” “He can’t be trusted!” I wa...

Everyone assumes that the quiet kid is always the most dangerous kid. They don’t mess with him or her. Instead they just mess with their friends like me. But what they don’t know is that the more they mess with me the more I start to change. Sooner or later I’ll give them what they fucking deserve. ...

He sneezes. And then sneezes again. Damn allergies, especially this time of year. Damn Ivy and Basil and their clique coating everything that moves with fairy dust to signal the approach of the winter snow. He thinks it’s unnecessary- surely nobody’s dumb enough to think it’s still okay to fly around without any shoes when the dewdrops are beginning to freeze? No wonder everyone’s so red-nosed and...

He sat on his horse, looking from side to side,

Hands near the pistol ready to shoot far and wide.

The sun beat down on his chin,

He thought there was no way he could win.

He had lived in the town for years,

His stubborn mind rebelled, nobody would bring him to tears.

All he wanted was somewhere to call home,

now he’d be forced travel and roam.

The local towns folk showed no mercy,

where w...