Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Art by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans
Write a story or poem that could be titled 'Talking with the Devil'
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Touching the cold screen, as if it was your body,
Emoticons and chat rooms bring shivers down my spine.
Your message - my salvation, but what is left to save?
Your words, honey on my tongue, balm on my soul
when we virtually kiss, the little nothings
become my universe.
And then, without a warning, when you pour venom
all over my world, bold statements
become pleadings.
To idolize a promise, my...
Why do you infest my thoughts and words? Why influence bad decisions and actions?
Why turn humanity against each other and make little boys cause pain?
Why deploy humans as your evil toys to destroy the land. Why poison the earth with darkness and bad wills, bullets and blood spills.
Is hatred and tears part of your love story? Was that your childhood imprinted on your heart and tattooed on th...
I walk towards the bridge overlooking the vibrant and humming city below. This spot has become my place of comfort where I come to think and feel when things weigh heavy on me. As I approach, I find a strange man already in my spot, illuminated by the warm street lamp above and the moonlight glimmering in the night sky.
I stand next to him, placing my arms over the railing of the bridge. We sta...
Dear fat man
with the gift-filled sack,
please come
and take these toys back.
please come with haste
and don’t delay
and take these curs’d
things away.
I wrote to you
at 3am.
I’d stubbed my toe
and dropped my pen.
I sent my letter
straight to Santa,
but addressed it to
‘My good friend Satan’
the army men,
they war all night
I cannot sleep for all
their cries....
He entices me. Luring me in with sweet promises.
Of course I know it is a lie. I must resist.
The floor is collapsing from under my feet.
It’s too hard to say no. To hard to resist when my every desire is waiting.
Looking down there is a green whirlpool.
Going down there means never coming up.
It also means my every desire....
“ i don’t want to be here anymore “
I say to the girl in the mirror.
“ I know “
She replies.
I tear out two pieces of paper from my notebook. On one I write dear mom, on the other dear dad.
Dear mom,
You were a good person.
You did your best. You were enough. It wasn’t your fault.
I was the one who wasn’t enough.
Dear dad,
I love you. Take care of mom. Take out all the stuff from my room...
Hey, Mr. Devil,
You said you'd take my soul to a better place
What I've learned since then is that you fell from grace
No treasures in this world that I can see
Hell is a better place for you than for me
Your promises were empty, your words a snare
You sought to chain me, but I'm breaking free from your lair
Your darkness can't consume me, I've found the light
And I'll rise above your evil, and ...
In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,
Conversations with the devil in the midnight gloom.
Words sharp as daggers, piercing the soul,
A dialogue of darkness taking its toll.
Whispers of temptation, a seductive dance,
In the devil's presence, taking a chance.
Promises of power, laced with deceit,
A treacherous path beneath our feet.
The devil's tongue, silver and sly,
Weaving tales of dece...
Side note before you start reading: I am a Jewish atheist who is very fond of the show Lucifer, please have this in mind that I’m not too well read on religious matters. Also I may reference a show or a song, idk because I haven’t started yet.
I went to the devil,
I just needed some help
I’m making deals with the devil.
Don’t call me insane,
I just needed my scars to go away.
We talked it ...