Writing Prompt

What Remains of Bakhmut

The shattered glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere gave the impression that a tornado had passed through, but it was something much worse.

Serhiy stepped carefully over the debris, his boots crunching against the remains of what had once been a kitchen table. A broken teacup lay nearby, its delicate porcelain now nothing more than dust and jagged edges. His mot...

**_(For a quick thing before I go back to the main story. I will warn you it has a raping of a minor for Adon’s backstory…soooo.)

ADON_**

Shattering glass and yelling plagues my dreams, even though I’m far from that place. Even though I live a better life with people who actually love me, they still linger.

The night is dark, the stars in the sky shunning me from their shine. As though I don’t...

Corbin Alt surveyed the scene in the Gil Creek diner with the precision that applied to cleaning his living room. “To catch a killer, you have to get in their mind,” he always said when asked why his floors and furniture looked pristine when he hosted parties. But this place was nothing like his living room. Snapped pieces of chairs and tables littered the diner’s floor. Bullet holes and casings c...

Kyle arrived back from school and the first thing he had to pick up from the floor was his jaw.

He did not expect to find half of contents of his living room scattered all over the living room floor.

It was a distressing and frightening sight to come home to.

He wanted to ask his mother what had happened today in the living room, whether his mother was okay and that she wasn’t hurt.

But he was...

“What the…” Isolde breathed, kneeling down and waving her hand over the glass. “Oh God, you don’t think…?”

“No way,” Rae said decisively. “Aldith said this was linked to Liadain, it’s got to be some sort of nightmare.”

Yes, yes, Aislinn knew plenty of people who were so scared of white paint they’d have nightmares where their entire houses were covered with it.

“This isn’t a nightmare, idiot,”...

My favorite time of the day was being in school. Surrounded with my friends, my mind on nothing but my assignments and making it on time to the next class. All the nightmares are at home, and I don’t want to go there. When the bell rings signaling the end of the school day … I have 30 minutes to get home or there will be questions why I didn’t come on time. Without a good explanation, not that any...

Amy doubled over and fell to her knees. This was not supposed to happen.

Her eyes scanned the room. Shattered glass and crystal littered the floor, cracked plates and bowls strewn among them. Broken furniture was scattered everywhere; the dining table had been destroyed, and most of the chairs had one or two legs ripped off.

Amy panted heavily. She had no idea how she was going to clean this a...

They had worked so very hard for many years. To build the perfect home that was far from the city. The Brandon family, had spent years building there empire. One afternoon while out feeding the animals they heard a loud explosion. They ran out of the barn to see there home engulfed, flames had taken over the sound of glass shattering, the rumbling of the roof collapsing. The feeling of being help...

John, The Grandkid’s Version

I remembered it happening like this. Some friends and mine were wondering around the mansion, when we heard this terrible racket. Being the young teenagers we are, we ran towards the area we heard the sound from. Standing in the middle of the room was this horrifying beast with being red eyes and taser sharp teeth’s. It looked like a combination of a bear and a wolf. ...

The shattered glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere gave the impression that a tornado had passed through, but it was something much worse.

It was me.

My mother had always said I was dangerous. Unpredictable and uncontrollable.

She said I was a ticking time bomb. I guess she was right.

Bodies line the ground. Blood pools on the wooden floor.

My hands ...