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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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...
Humans are made of emotion. That’s what the expression “we’re only human” is for, right? But then why does it feel like I’m a porcelain doll, being by played with over and over, without feeling? My dress becomes tattered, paint chipped, limbs broken, yet it still feel nothing. As if I’m locked inside a room at a party, and only the muffled voices of others make it through the wall. Yes, it’s peacf...
By the time I woke up the next morning Tommy was already out of the house. His job—whatever it is—starts really early and ends pretty late. Which today is good for me, I can go to the hospital to see the girl without his questions.
I’ve never really been much of a breakfast person, but since I’m starting the day with a long walk maybe it wouldn’t hurt to eat something.
I jog down the stairs, ...
I watched as my skin glowed with an unnatural purple hue. I knew my time was limited.
I gradually brought my fingers to my neck. I could feel my head pounding as I stroked the jagged scales in place of the familiar smoothness of human skin. The scaly texture sent uncomfortable jolts through my body.
I had changed. The exposure to the point of incident had finally caught up to me.
But don’t we ...
I can feel it…
The uneasiness that courses through my veins,
My mind does not feel like my own,
My thoughts altered by something unknown,
No
No
No
They said this wouldn’t happen
They said i would be fine
They all tell lies,
The doctors that told me to take this pill to ‘make it better’
Lies
Lies
Lies
This feeling never stops…
What the hell is happening?...