Writing Prompt

A lot of things keep me up at night

Like the moonlight

The moonlight shines through my window

The moonlight keeps me pinned down

Sometimes I wonder if the moonlight

If it knew it did something wrong or right

Does the moonlight wonder if it haunts me

That I can’t sleep at night and let it be

Moonlight used to be my safe spot

Until feelings caught

Moonlight breaks through my peace of mind

Moonli...

_Finn: 28yo man - the villain - grumpy_

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_Eric: 32yo man- the villains assistant_

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_May: 25yo woman - the hero - sunshine_

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_Hanna: 25yo woman - hero’s sister/bestfriend_

**_Finn_**

“Blades Eric!”

“I am not a supporter of procrastination, you are not the princess of procrastination, you are the princess of being an ass. That’s your job. The meeting is in five minutes so I would s...

The music is alive, making the air quiver with bass beats and copper strings. It pulsates, like blood through a vein, in the space above you. You can feel that flow in your arms, a tingle that permeates your skin and slithers to your legs and toes. From the stage, the artists look down on the gathered crowd, smiling, engaged, commanding. There are hundreds of people there, standing shoulder to sho...

On the corner of a friendly and happy neighborhood, an old house stands on the corner, rundown and abandoned. It’s silhouette is a testament to years gone by. Weathered shutters hang askew, barely clinging to the fragile frame of splintered wood. Paint, once vibrant, now peels away in tired strips, revealing the gray bones of a structure that has seen better days. The neighborhood children dare no...

A two way window

If you peek in you’ll see the birds chirping the warm summer sun beaming and a calm blue sky.

That’s just the illusion..

Look through that window again did you notice the other end? The light is little to nun this place is dull. Here unwelcomed noise resides. Loud unsettling voices yell out constantly filling up this pitch dark sky .

The reality looks pretty different doesn’t...

I make my coffee black every morning.

Maybe today I’ll add some cream.

I gulp it down and go to work,

my usual daily routine.

After work I make myself dinner,

which is one of my, like, three recipes.

I watch a rerun of Jeapordy, they yell ‘Winner!’

as I eat in front of my TV.

I’ve seen this one before, so I’m not really surprised,

that the winner is that dude Jacob, or Mike? I dont know, it’s...

Tw??

He sat in the large room

Many of his other peers flooded into the close together seats

Chatting

Laughing

And wondering whose going up onto the cheep looking school stage first

The lights turn off

And shine onto the principal who is welcoming all and teaching how to act

No talking

No eating

No disrespecting

No leaving

When he leaves a girl comes up

She clears her throat

Picks up the mi...

Back home, surrounded by strangers. In the city where I grew up, so many people I don’t know. Old friends all gone, living somewhere else, only home for Christmas. But who am I to judge, I’m not home any more often. I avoid the heavy blanket of anonymity as well. I stand in a crowded place, squeezed from every side. The subway doors open and close ceaselessly, letting people in and throwing others...

Sticky floors benieth my feet and a speaker with a busted bass blasting in my ear mixed with the giggles of college girls surround me. Another whiskey warmed my stomach as i raise my glass hinting to the bartender that id take another to fill the hole I felt so deep inside. The hole inside my chest felt like the stragest mixture of fire and ice. It burned and yerned all the while being so cold my ...

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The whole scenery draped in the curtain of rain.

Drops of water fell on the ground.

Some from the sky, and once, from the eyes of the ones who had lost him to the great beyond.

Drops fell on the faded roses. Bright red color, forced to melt away from the force of time.

Drops of water, dripping through dry leaves, tricking down the twigs and trunk.

Drops sl...