Writing Prompt

He will give you death

And you will love him for it

He twisted your strings

To fit through his fingers

Plays you like a puppet

And gets what he wants

He says that he loves you

With his fingers crossed

Behind his back

He pulls on your strings

He does as do as he pleases

You yank and you pull

To no avail

So listen yo the strings

Attatched to his rings

You see the whole world

Think you have it all

B...

I’m feeling the pain flowing through my body and can feel my head start to pound. I look around the room and see the IV dripping into my arm. The beeps from the monitors are steady which is something new since I first arrived here. I know they told me there was a flat line initially when they first brought me in last night. I’m here only by the luck of the draw; my passenger wasn’t so lucky.

The...

He will give you death and you will love him for it. It was a ominous tune a voice. Why would I love him for death?

I will not let kill him kill me for I am beyond death and life

An eye for an eye of mine revenge is revenge. What is the difference for? There is none I may be sick or perfect in hell but so is the world and therefore if it gives me death I will give him death and we will both go to...

The shot rang out like a thunderclap, the pressure hit just as hard, sending a recoil into my chest that pushed me back a couple steps.

Red bloomed from the middle of my chest, soaking my already sweat drenched shirt.

Pain didn’t come though, just a buzz of numbness and pins and needles.

Perhaps it nicked my spinal cord, perhaps death is soft.

The man across from me frurrowd his brow as he lower...

Mist filled the land of death, cooling the ever cold terrain. The terrain was large and covered with buildings, mountains and lakes that are no longer in the land above. In the dark misty place below earth.

Dead things go.

Because this is the underworld.

When in the world of the dead, the way to leave is to die which here means to live. Everything here is switched from normal reality. It’s sort...

Like a man stubborn

Like a heart torn

Like an angry heart

Like a vengeful heart

Like a sad heart

Like a nostalgic heart

Like an agonizing heart…

Like the tides we wish to breathe in without break. Cant we? No, no we cant. But he’ll stand there, waiting for my downfall the more he whispers to me. Yet he’s a coward, he whispers from a distance. He knows i’ll grab him by the ear and show him who tr...

Kylo stood at the door, his broad bare back facing me. Chills ran down my skin, wondering what he was thinking. He sighed and walked over to his dresser and grabbed his shirt. I was somewhat sad to see his body covered up in the cloth. He walked out without a word to me, and I huffed. ‘Who was he to think that he could leave without saying anything to me.’ I thought.

“I wouldn’t be upset if I w...

Her back pressed into matted carpet, as her eyes followed the ceiling fan move round and round and round and round again. Even as she shut her eyes, they kept spinning underneath the cover of eyelid. She outstretched her arm, forming a cross with her body and turned her palms up towards the ceiling. It was never easy to give up the little control she felt she had, but the release of tension was in...

My mother spat the words in my face as I held my knife to her throat. I had her pinned to my bedroom wall, the paint of the walls surrounding us had faded over de years. I haven't been in this room for a while, haven't been near my mother, my enemy. I felt sorry for her, she was jealous of the love I shared with Luther. The love she cant feel for anyone anymore, after the passing of my father. I s...

_ Il m'a dit, ‘Je t'aime’, mais j'ai secoué la tête._

He would give you beautiful love

but you would hate him entirely.

All of your friends decide it better,

for you to play hard to get, you see.

And what’s better than faking?

Oh, my dear, _reality_ is far superior.

Because if you get a little attached,

your worthy love will feel inferior.

You knew quite enough about love,

and its treacherous ...