Writing Prompt

I lay my lambs

Down to rest

I hate my life

He sucks their chest

Late at night

When I’m asleep

The goats are out

And he does eat

I lay in bed

And listen close

The screams are loud

I swig a dose

I wake up early

My goats are dead

I bury them deep

He has been fed

I cry in vain

My goats bleed out

Within the dirt

I sit and pout

Life is done

I am complete

The sun has set

They do not bleat

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It was a chilly night in the forests if Puerto Rico. It was also a full moon. The moist and damp atmosphere of the forest was refreshing to certain men.

Madelyne was setting up camp in the forest of Nicaragua. The fire she had created was weak, only giving out short-fused embers. The sky reinforced the gloomy atmosphere powerfully. Alone in the woods, Madelyne was incredibly vulnerable.

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I gazed off into the horizon, the lush jade green grass coated the rolling hills. the dominant sun loomed over all emitting glimmering beams of light to which it deemed worthy. As I looked around a peculiar sight which I had not noticed before caught my attention, a charcoal grey blur encasing a vacant estate. Everything about the house was ancient and decrepit apart from the one door which stood ...