Writing Prompt

Whimpers escaped the girls lips, body trembling off in the corner. Eyeshadow cascading down her face in a gothic mess. Blue eyes red from tears, body weak from the beatings, cloths tathered and hardly hanging on. She was the reason Damion had been called, yet she wasn’t the target at the moment.

“Come on dude” The guy behind him whined. “She’s a fine piece of ass. Look at her, could you blame me...

Imperial blue eyes stared off into the coming rooms, watching the world pass as all she did was ponder. Ponder all the truths. All the lies. All the specs of reailty she once believed, crushed in moments of guilt.

Such a mistake she couldn’t forget. A mistake the woman was forced to accept, chained down to fully acknowledge her actions. Regardless of the amount of times it has replayed within he...

Compared to the average person, I think most people’d say I done more bad than good in this life. See, most people never actually get put in a situation where they have to kill somebody. I reckon if they did, they’d feel differently ‘bout me and my decisions. I never set out wantin’ to kill no one - at least not at first. But when it comes to protectin’ my family, all bets are off.

I was born in...

Leona Castiel walked a fine line between duty and pleasure.

He didn’t exactly enjoy his job. It was messy, dark, and undeniably dangerous.

Yet, part of him thrived in it. He cleaned the streets of filth that dared to step out of line. The screams of agony that echoed through the empty basement halls were like music to his ears.

All so she could stay safe.

**Georgina Floyd**.

The most...

Dale was a middle aged man who lived alone in his apartment. He worked long hours to make ends meet. He loved passing the time watching television and honestly wasn’t the happiest person. Relationships never lasted because he wasn’t the best partner. He had family but didn’t have the greatest relationship with them either.

Being independent is a big accomplishment even if you’re not the best pers...

y can still picture himself a couple of years ago, absolutely livid because Hope got away again, let himself be caught only to laugh in Y's face, and run away later. He was ridiculing him, trying to make him and his men a laughing stock.

So when they caught him again, Y was the first to visit, demanding everyone to leave them alone, gun so tempting where he twirled it in his hand. Oh, but when he...

The officer opens the door and gestures me inside. Files in hand I adjust my collar and walk in. The door shuts with a loud pop, the stuffy air feeling almost oppressive.

The small room is lit with overhead light, it gives off a sterile glow, washing out all the color.

The man handcuffed to the metal table in the middle of the room looks up, his orange jumpsuit almost looking sickly green.

He str...

Snuggled into a calm residential neighborhood lived a young man, John. Of all the magnificent two-story houses that surrounded him, he lived in the tiniest one. With barely enough money to make a living, he still called this place home.

In the backyard was a vibrant, thriving garden. Flowers from all colors of the rainbow filled the sight. Beneath the flowers were fruits which grew to perfection a...

Mr. Rhinehardt was the kind of person one noticed. 120 Alice Court was a charming Queen Anne three story manse that had been transformed into flats right after WWII. It was advertised as full of character, which meant drafty original windows, gingerbread turrets, pipes that banged, and a sunny wraparound porch. Mr. Rhinehardt lived on the top floor.

In the winter 120 Alice Court put on a good fa...

It was never about being my own person. I just wanted to help someone asking for it. Whether or not she got it, I was cruel.

From the first day we met, she clung onto me for dear life. To her, I was so strong and perfect, confident and everything she wished she was. I didn’t ask for anything from her because in reality she couldn’t offer me much, but at the very least she was a loyal and dear fr...