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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“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?...
Enchanting flower, glowing bright.
Reaching closer, fingers light.
Graze the petals, throat feels tight.
A burning starts to grow inside,
Spreading, crawling, across my skin.
My flesh it stretches, creating anew.
Twisting, bending, and breaking too
Fingers elongate, Claws push through
The air has suddenly grown thin.
What is this? I cant begin.
Gasping, choking, crying out.
Consumed by something u...
Black.
Everything.
The beep of a machine;
Hospital?
Red.
Thirst for it,
Rubies,
Liquid.
Lust.
The sharp teeth from my gums more pointy,
My eyes more dark.
The smell is close,
Rust and wood.
A polychromatic room blinds my eyes.
Need.
Hunger.
Blindness.
Raw.
Death.
I am becoming the monster
I always feared....
Just in case
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Nothing ever felt the same
Everyday roots grew
They kept growing
It seemed to never end
Until her body became stiff
And she was left,
Standing in her house
Tall and strong
Arms now branches
Thick with bark and leaves
Forever left standing,
Waiting,
Watching,
Standing,
Wait...
Watch...
Stand...
Wai...
Wat...
Sta...
W...
Wa...
UnTiL aLl SeNsEs DiEd...