Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Inspired by feather quill
Your character feels that their body is becoming less and less human...
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It was happening again, my skin turning blue my eyes burning like fire and my hands covered in blood. I started to freeze, I couldn’t move my legs, then my arms, then my head. I was still like a statue.
All of a sudden my body was burning like I had fallen in a pit of lava, my legs, then my arms, the my head. Nothing felt right. I didn’t know what to do so I ran, into the woods where something w...
I cry then I cut. Three cuts on my wrist. Swollen and sore. I try to hide them. No one has asked if I’m okay. I’m not and I need help. I need someone to be here for me and take away my burdens. The voices keep telling me that I’m not good enough and that I should give up. Help me…...
I feel my arms aching and my legs burning. Everything is moving, burning and changing. My eyes water with the pain that stings my arms as the vains pump up and expose every line that exist within. Every piece of my insides start to push forward, showing what I’m made of nothing is going to save me from this indescribable pain. Im wishing that I was home in my bed without the thought of getting out...
My face is paralyzed. The doctors don’t understand why. They say I had a palsy on one side and then a stroke on top of it.
I dream of before all this happened. When I could walk into a grocery store and be greeted by smiles and nods. When I could laugh and flirt and wink. So much I took for granted.
I look in the mirror and it doesn’t look like my face anymore. The skin droops down below my eyes...
My skin no longer feels like mine,
Shifting, morphing, altering with time.
Each day, a piece of humanity fades,
Beauty slipping through the cracks like cascading shades.
A journey of coming into the unknown,
Witnessing the transformation I must condone.
Anxiety grips me in its suffocating hold,
As I watch my reflection growing cold.
Anger rises at ...
They said I was in the woods
So much for my own good
They said I was crazy
For always being out there
They said it was dangerous
To be so close with the forest
I didn’t listen
I didn’t care
Why would I
I loved the outdoors
But I was becoming to close
I felt the forest reaching out
It beckoned to come closer
To join the woods
I listened
But they were right...
I don’t remember my life much, or what happened before. -Ghost
I remember waking up in a strange place,once my vision cleared I saw piles of rusting steel of old cars laid out across the plain. A giant building was further back but my focus was on the floating white thing in front of me. The white thing was almost a circle if it wasn’t for the five star points on it and on its back as well that ...
“Come on Jen, it’ll be fun, what are you scared of?” Sharron teased as she walked backwards down the dark lane, followed closely by Shawn.
“Sharron, I don’t think that this is a good idea. It’s really dark, what if something happens.” Jennifer whined not wanting to lose face in front of Shawn. He was her first crush and she was loath to appear weak in his eyes. Unfortunately Sharron was a lot bra...
The First Day of a New Year for me…
Is a contrast to a completely erased slate
Old mistakes, still like
A lingering worry for your friend
As I loathed the urge for the truth
Expenditious hours filled with continuous events
Made the clock tick faster than a cheetah’s run
Pondering reflections going on the bottom
Of my endless to do list
No time to escape the dark cave
As butte...
I watched as my fingers curled into my palm and stayed there despite me trying to peel them back. The bones became hard as rocks, heavy in my hand. I didn’t worry; this happened sometimes. It would happen with my toes, too, and every now and then my knee would curl back so far that my heel would touch my back. That one was a bit painful. I felt like a contortionist, and when it first started I sat...