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Create a character inspired by these three words: hollow, crumpled, grinning.
Think about the physical and personality traits in which this character reflects these three descriptors.
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Hollow body, they took my soul,
Went and tortured it right out of me.
Crumpled in a corner, eyes are dull,
Because darkness is what I breathe.
My inner demons are my best friends,
The only things that I’ve still got.
Them consuming me is how this ends,
I know better than to say it’s not.
They locked me up because I’m insane.
Broke my spirit with a heavy chain.
Shadows crawled up inside my brain....
Mr. Brittle wasn’t brittle at all. He was downright terrifying, actually. He had scars all over his face and arms. He had a deformed ear- but not in a ‘I was born with this’ way, more of a ‘I fought in a war’ way.
Because he had.
He had fought in a hard, bloody war and survived.
His wife and children were long gone. They died over a decade ago from a disease that suddenly spread across the wor...
Of what unutterable parlance
Do the bells blow?
Of what unkowable utterances
Does the wounded seraph murmur?
Does she have concern
Over the moonlight
Bleeding into the sky?
Or of her sisters strumming their viols
With a masquerade so lachrymose?
All whilst singing paeans
in the minor mode.
Does she feel the blows of drums?
The jeers of her heart?
White figures, praising
Their disquietness as...
I chained my ghost up in the basement
Six feet back behind my eyes
Some nights I think this house is gonna cave in
Rejection has me terrified
Now I hang from a wooden frame
It keeps the crows away
This is where I'm safe
Made of straw and a funny face
Turns out being fake can be a saving grace
You can't kill me if I'm already dead
Buried alive by the things that they've said
I killed myself, but no...
He dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. Hitting the pavement so hard that his eyes bulged like large fried eggs, he grinned. I stared in horror as he got up, his crumpled body shaking with excitement, or pain I thought. He spoke to me in a hollow voice “Good day ma’am” he said. Is he for real? I wondered aloud. He walked off shakily, still smiling diabolically, walking into the night away ...
She knelt at the foot of the throne, curled over in discomfort. Gripping her hollow stomach, she groaned. I saw that she was grinning.
“You feel you’ve won, still?” I asked her, coming closer with my blade.
She appeared like a crumpled paper bag, but her eyes met mine and there was still life in them.
“I always win, boy. In your dreams, you’ll see me like this. You’ll suffer without me here....
I watch the other kids play in the park, I wish I could play too but they scream at the sight of me. Once I went out to play and they threw a rock at me and my tooth broke so my father took me to the dentist once my mom threatened divorce. My father could not even look at me, even he thinks I’m a freak. My mom is the only one who loves me she says “my smile makes me special and everyone is jealous...
Back to the wall, I attempt to open the flimsy metal back door. With a rattle and a kick from the boots I borrowed from Dad’s truck it swings open. Even the door has a palpable excitement.
Despite it being 8:30 at night the sky is a hazy shade of pinks and purples. The sun struggling to shine for just a few minutes more, the heat is dense and thick. Under my work polo and mandatory cargo pants it...
As I wrote this, I got so sad..!
90 words.//
Empty inside, he always waits.
He is thrown into the trash can, ever so patient.
Nobody likes his pearly whites.
He has heard so much about Nobody:
How she wants him,
How she loves him,
How she needs him.
He is fascinated by Nobody, and wants to know her.
After all, she seems to know so much about him. It would only be appropriate.
She must be invisibl...
He looks both a millennia and a few decades old at once. His golden circlets rust is the only indicator that he has been around for far longer than even gold can withstand.
“Rise” the king says, his tone arrogant and bored. I suppose in a life of immortality, my mortal life is just a bump on the road.
I get up from my knees, though it would be much easier if my arms weren’t restrained.
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