Writing Prompt

They called it a bit of a slump. I assume it's because Hellscape of Existential Desolation sounded the teeniest self-indulgent, even for an East Side therapist.  A slump is what they call it when you prefer to walk at night and you don't like company. I've have a glass of wine, only one, let's not be dramatic, and walk until the barest hint of sun told me to give it up. The paths of the lonely in ...

She turns around and comes face to face with the creature that followed her. Its eyes stare at her, full of hatred. This morning she thought the only horror she’d face was the slump she seemed stuck in but no, she just had to trod into a worse fate. Her desire to scream rises but she does not for fear it’ll attack. For a second, she dwells on the desolation she had encumbered herself in and then m...

I had never been in more of a slump then this.

I knew this life was going to be a difficult one but I wasn’t prepared for any of this.

I figured because of what we are it meant we had power over them.

That they feared and respected us.

Why wouldn’t I be able to feed off anyone I wanted to.

I was sadly mistaken, now I must trod carefully if I want to stay out of trouble from the council.

I wish...

Billy’s up highest, kinda snugged up in a crevice overlooking the road from Desolation. He found these binoculars, well, ‘ceptin ’ one lens was smashed so I reckon they were monoculars, musta been tossed by the army when they evacuated everyone outta town. We hid but they didn’t look for us very hard like they did for the special ones, the ones with money, the ones who could pay the bastards not t...

Scott was in a slump. It was understandable to feel down, in the midst of a pandemic. In his final semester at Columbia, he tried to will himself to keep studying and living life as normally as possible. As he trod toward Trader Joe’s from his apartment, he felt the desolation of a city still struggling. There were fewer people clogging the sidewalks, but those who remained looked grim and haggard...

Relief weakened Ellis’s knees, and she slumped against the wall. Her mind reeled, unable to comprehend the victory she and Zeph had won, even as she sat in the midst of shattered glass and the flickering remnant of the witch’s dark magic. Her skin was feverish with spell-casting, and she brushed at tendrils of curses that clung to her skirts.

Pushing herself away from the wall, she trod with wea...

As of now I am in a slump. The words you said trod on my heart and soul, breaking and crushing it into tiny pieces. Why did this have to happen? We were so close. I loved you with my entire being. The breakup was so unexpected. Mutual, but still unexpected. I didn’t even see it coming. This is not normal but I cried with you there because it hurt so much. I am in a state of utter desolation....

Slumped in a decrepit wooden chair he peers about his empty living room. A bottle tumbles from his hand, adding to its overall bleakness. He moans, pulls himself to his feet, and trods to the refrigerator. As he peels it open he is forced to squint at the bright light that emanates from it. Grabbing another cool brown bottle he lurches back to his seat, collapsing into it. With stained teeth he cr...

Her heart so full of desolation I couldn’t begin to imagine the depths of her agony. But still she rises. Still she stands. Still she runs away from the slump of which try’s to bring her down every single day. The whispers of it say ‘stay here, cry, hate, wallow sicken, fall apart’. NO. she silences them often and quickly. With her head ever so high the trod of her is godly she is strong. She is ...

I walked in in the wood. As I looked around the bare and desolate land of beautifully bar bark, I trod across the river of orange points. I took energy from the land. I let it create me yet again. My worth was slumped and decreasing with each tick of a clock. Like the move I scurried to the land of trees, crooked and droop. I found my desertion in the desolation of society. My escape is the world,...