Writing Prompt

Det er for sent at hoppe fra. Jeg kan kun hoppe ud nu. Jeg er fastspændt. Det suser. Jeg tænker desperat over en undskyldning, der kan få mig ud af dragten. Ned på jorden igen. Uden at jeg skal springe.

Jeg ved allerede at alle undskyldninger vil komme ud som en løgn. En gennemskuelig løgn.

Fordi det vil være løgn.

Jeg vil ikke alligevel. Jeg tør ikke.

Eller jeg vil gerne.

Men alt indeni mig ...

My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it.

“I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this,” I think to myself. “Why do I keep doing this to myself? Why am I always getting myself into things that scare me so much?”

I’m holding down the vomit I feel coming. My stomach is a fluttering kaleidoscope of butterflies. I feel myself shiver and shake with a mix of the frosty afternoon air, and the pu...

I can’t explain

My enfatuation

But I can feel it

Everyone can see it

It’s wrong but I want to know

How slow will things go

Without you by my side

Betrayal is the greatest form of sadness

Without it we are thrown into madness

From thinking clearly we all seem to elevate

Our minds are left to self validate

The lease inside my mind

Eating me alive

I can’t seem to find

My way

Is it possible to love

W...

Thrilling. I’ve been waiting for this instant. Exhilarating. I wanted to do this.

I’ve been called a daredevil. I wanted to live up to the name. Bungee jump. Why not?

Now I want to go. Yet I’m not so proud. I look at the gap between the bridge and the ground.

Why? Thrilling? Terrifying?

I feel alive. I get stuck. I want to jump. And I don’t.

Should I?

I should.

Will I?...

Vulcanised rubber strips

Between me and death's grip

Just a slip and

I'm dying in a gallows choke

Just a trip and

I smash into the valley below

Just a rip and

They haul me up crippled and broke

But it's for charity

So I laugh and I joke

About my impending bungee rope horror

And I hope

Hang on so tight to sweet bloody hope...

Well,

Not a surprise.

At least not a welcome one,

Oh,

Every compliment,

A backhand.

You see,

There is always something

Bigger than you.

And guess what,

There is always someone

Worse off than you.

Sooo

When you bring your

Petty shit to my door

Guess what,

It ain’t here no

More!

Bye…...

Gazes held,

Smiles shared.

With new eyes

And new feeling.

Waists held,

Longing shared,

With new eyes

And new care.

Warmth held,

Lusting shared,

With new wants,

And new care.

Patience held,

understanding shared.

With new fears

And new care.

…

❤️...

The ground beneath me got further away the more I stared down at it.

We were 25,000 feet in the air. I didn’t know you were allowed to jump from a cliff this high. But here I was....

The wind whips at my hair and I peer over the edge of the platform. The height of the drop takes my breath away, and I feel my breakfast start climb back up my throat. I force it back down and take a shaky breath.

“This is for him,” I remind myself. “It’ll be worth it.”

I pat my harness and double check the bungee cord clip again in reassurance. Everything seems secure, almost suffocating in its ...

Instructor Jeremy secured the final piece of equipment with a clank against the green patina covered bridge. I stepped up to the launch point and looked out at the vast wilderness ahead of me. The river below us forged a path through a valley enclosed by snow-capped mountains.

Last year, cancer was winning. This year, I was in remission. It sounds cliche, but I beat death and I wouldn’t waste it....