Writing Prompt

*you’ll understand the title soon. I had a little too much fun writing this. it’s absolutely serious until the last part…*

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.HUNTYR.

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I wouldn’t say I’m particularly close to Jaz, but it’s not of my interest to be so far from her.

Attempting to relax, I fiddle with the massage chair remote, only to realize massages will not help.

Consequently, I throw my head back with a groan.

Th...

(TW: Holoc@ust)

One usually commits arson out is spite. This is because it’s far easier to summon the power-fuel of fire from match-wielding fingertips than to confront uncomfortable emotions. And even if my maturity would betray me this, I’ll admit I was not angry.

I was young and naïve to the cruelties of the world. I had warmed my cold-pale hands. I had caught the fluttering ash like raindrop...

On Wednesday, they burned the bodies. They did it at 7 a.m. on the dot, just as the sun was coming up. Clint said it was best to do it in the morning and joked that their neighbor's breakfast cooking would mask the smell of burning bodies.

Joked.

Clint’s tone came off as joking, but Laine didn’t think he was. She stood in the backyard, hands tucked under her armpits for warmth. Exhaling plumes...

Another day, rush hour rushes through your veins. Makes your blood boil. Inch by painful inch, not one thing that has met your throbbing stare remains uncursed. You are desperately late.

Running late, always running late: the austere eye of a traffic light pierces through the moist graphite six fifteen am atmosphere, streaking everything in its gaze in sunset vibes. There’s nothing poetic about i...

The couple looked so gorgeous sitting there, beneath the oak tree. I watched from over the top of my book, letting the pages flutter in the wind. The read was fine, but they were more enticing. The woman looked like a supermodel. Flawless, from what I could see. The man was less attractive, but I had a certain pull towards him. I felt as if he could be my soulmate; he seemed kind in that way. The ...

Smoke,

Rising in my chest,

A spark that would

Spoke.

Flame,

Burnt in my heart,

Brave once this fire,

Came.

Brittle,

Was the motive,

Onto which we thought so,

Little.

Run.

With the fear,

The only answer was

Arson.

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🖤...

War General Baria sits in deep thought in the midst of the strategy room, encircled by maps of battlegrounds scrawled in black ink and armories of greatswords and axes. Stark portraits of each general that’d come before her.

All around is the bloodied history of the Ashen Lands, beckoning at her to make a decision.

One would lead to nothing. A decision leaving two empires still at war for another...

Elaine’s weak bones screamed in agony as she slowly pulled the heavy door of her room open.

This was the first time she was out of bed for almost a month.

She’d been bedridden due to her severe unknown sickness.

Day and day, Elaine was left in bed, only to sleep and think on the thought of death.

It was painful living through everyday, only looking at the ceiling, silently begging to end the s...

“The only answer is arson”, you had said, with an ounce of familiarity.

As if, you too, had accompanied the job as the gallons trickled over windshields— greasing over, obscuring view to a blur.

A mere moment in time before the flames hit the surface, melting those wipers, pungent rubber prickling the air.

I sat cold in that classroom.

Papers unfurling toward me like the gallons trickling over.

W...

He barely spoke English

But he said the sky would fall today

Honeysickle dissmial

Sugar bullet pistol

Crystal candy missile

Grab our tissues

Ask if death would mean they’d miss you

Relish on the parlay

A total flush of face

With 5 joker wildcards

Played as an ace

When the things we create

Become scars on the face

Tell me if brimstone and ash

If fire is our fate...