Writing Prompt

Malcom was pleading for his life as he was being tied up.

_PLEASE! I’m begging you. PLEASE LET ME GO!_

As they hung him upside down, he began to scream and shake uncontrollably. One of the men stepped out of the room for a brief moment and came back with a long, hefty saw.

Malcom laid his eyes on the saw that was going to be used to cut him in half and he let’s out a piercing scream.

Someone...

It’s dark ripples flowing down, slender handles, soft material wrapping all throughout. Specks dark throughout; carvings uniquely embroidered in. Light coloring and fluttering as a mask.

O dear, O dear!

This is my love indeed.

Her dark flowing hair, slender hands, soft skin. Her moles as if they were stars; uniquely hers. Light surrounding her all being.

O pain, O pain,

Please stop this mus...

This ancient ancient art of water boarding to place a cloth over someone’s head to a board put a cloth over the heads and pour a water over it experience the feeling of drowning.

It was first used by the inquisition during the Spanish Civil War .

To escape it I kick the torturer in the head end of the groin disarm the key and place his hand in the chains than I pour water over him...

“Mind your step. Welcome to Hollister Memorial Museum. Welcome to mind your step.”

Shuffling their feet, the bus load of fourth graders waited on the grand staircase. Ms. Welch ushered a pair of slap-fighting brothers into the museum’s front entrance. Django scouted for an escape.

Each student’s ID bracelet was scanned by a museum guide with a bright smile and exhausted eyes. Django scanned his...

The device looks ominous sitting in the dark corner. I could smell the rotting wood and grease on the gears. This device is going to be used to torture me to pull a confession from me. My crime is questioning the church and their teachings to the children of our village.

The device consisted of a table made of wood. There are worn ropes that run from two sets of pullies, one at the head and one ...

His eyes were filled with panic and shame as he quickly got off our bed. His ‘friend’ was scrambling to find her clothes while wrapping my blanket around her to cover herself. He brushed off my suspicions many times, telling me I was paranoid because his love for her was like that of a brother. It would offend him when I accused him, and he always had many excuses and explanations. I saw a hint of...

Love - the oldest type of torture.

It started in the Garden of Eden,

It dwelled within our history

feeding on our human nature.

Love - it breaks, it hurts, it smashes

Heart and soul, body and mind

Until you’re nothing but piles

of blood stained wings.

Love - how I survived this torture?

Or am I still alive in spite of all?

I always ask how can it be that people

Don’t sense the rottenness ins...

The rack

No slack

Get back

On track

Torture device

Not nice

Kill mice

Men twice

No confession

Learned lesson

Tell less then

Lies to win them...

He never thought that getting a ring stuck on his finger long ago would suddenly become such lifesaving information, but it had now.

It was by lucky chance that he had managed to get his other hand free, and with it he properly scavenged for somehing to get him out of this mess. A wire eventually wandered into his rug burnt hand, twitching with pain as he eyed the other, the hand still caught in t...

Creak-Creee-Creak

Rusted iron gears grinded roughly against each other, working against the pull of my arm. My weary limbs began to give out as they were stretched to their limit. My eyelids struggled to stay open as it became harder and harder to keep consciousness. When I finally resigned myself to my fate, I heard a light clinking sound coming from where my hands were pinned above me. In a last...