Writing Prompt

Reflection. Apology. Admittance.

The trio that rendered pride devoid.

Anger. A flash point of emotions. What was the final catalyst? Insecurity.

Swirling shadows shifted embarrassed around a figure constructed of mystery, while anxious toes nudged away stray stones. Mutely, they entered the eldritch cottage of scowling walls, hostility lingered in curling tendrils… waiting to strike. Unfamil...

Fire.

It’s a threat, coming ever so close with every passing second.

Consuming.

Feeds on everything it touches and leaves only ash behind, with no way back to what once was.

Raging.

Takes with an anger, takes with a fury, and won’t let anything leave it’s grasp unscathed.

Burning.

Burning through the pain, burning through the hurt, and slashing you right up in it’s grip.

Seizing.

A d...

“How unfortunate, I thought my son would be my greatest asset. Instead Michael has turn into my greatest conspirator, plotting and scheming like the rest of those scum. Enough, he is nothing more then another irritation.” Lord Cain shuffled in his seat from the thought. He has taken to presiding over citizens complaints in a bid to gain more popularity to sway the electing council of lords to name...

I knew there was something about you...

You know who you are , if you dont then you will.

You manipulative whore, you.

Just thinking about you makes me wanna smoke..

I am going to call you by the nickname you gave me "baby boy".

You "baby boy" , you made me do what you wanted me to do,

say what you wanted me to say and jump when you say jump.

I do not know why i stayed with you for so long...

It seemed such a little thing.

It was just one piece of plastic.

No harm?

Until it was caught

Around her neck.

She starved

Didn’t make it back to the beach

Gone

It seemed such a little thing

It was just one piece of plastic

Now cut up

In smaller pieces

Not perfect, but small steps

She swam on

Made it to the beach

Eggs laid

...

It comets with at the early hour

Controlled and everlasting

Cloudy at the next but still visible

Sleeping through your soft skin from your warm face onto the cold surface

lies deep underneath

truths be told

within, let the beauty unfold

...

Larcy Indigo.

She has long black hair down to her waist, it sways like a graceful dancer in the soft autumn breeze. Her skin is dark, tan, but not that Cheeto dust look you get from a machine. She spends all her time outside, collecting rocks and planting cheery little flowers in her small garden.

The way she talks, it’s compelling. You have a craving to here her say more, and nothing in y...

I hold the power. Just as I have for centuries. I have shaped the course of events and controlled the masses- whether they liked it or not.

Don’t be mistaken: I’m no G-d, no superhero or villain, no cosmic entity. But I am a puppet master. I hold most of the world in the palms of my hands, and tip the scales however I please.

You see, I am powerful. I have advantages like no other and the work...

I say jump, they say how high.

“Please, join me on your feet for prayer.” They all stand, scraping back their chairs in a cacophony of grating noise.

I say pray, they say what prayer.

I lead them in our prayer, me speaking, them repeating like a parrot learning how to speak.

I say drink this, they say how much.

I stand before one, Joseph I remember his name to be, waiting with eager anticipat...

He looked out the castle window, enjoying the perfect view from the north tower, gazing at the forest and the distant mountains.

The cool breeze ruffled the top of his straight black hair, playing across his face, making him shiver. He missed the bustle of the town, he had more power than one person could need in a lifetime, but it came at a cost. Loneliness.

He could control minds. He didn’t k...