Writing Prompt

“The city is buried, deep, hot, she burns so bright!” Stella shouts from her sleep, thrashing around amongst her blankets.

I rush over to her bedside and try to wake her, shaking her with such a delicate force. To no avail she is still stuck in her nightmare, sweat drenching her body. I pull her into my arms and try consoling her through her unconsciousness.

“Baby, baby, you are okay! Shhh! You ...

Acrid smells

What is this place

Caught in hell

Fire and lace

Devil smile

Lost in chaos

Sit for awhile

Soul is lost

Tessa🦋...

It’s ok, no really, it’s not bad. You’ll see me tomorrow.

Not bad, you’ll see. Tomorrow it’s ok. (not really it’s me)

No ok, it’s bad. You’ll not see me tomorrow.

And there’s not much else to do with those words

There’s not much else to say...

“You don’t say.”

“sir.”

“As you like.”

"you’re welcome.”

In flat tones these nine words slipped out the conference door and down the hallway, repeated over and over again. Rollo listened at the door.

“So what’s wrong with it?” Rollo said.

The big man tapped the android on its forehead with his cigar. A thick chunk of ash fell off the cigar and landed on the android’s lap. Staring straight ah...

Even when the sun dies, my heart remains yours, dear.

The heart, even yours, remains my dear sun.

When even my dear heart dies, the sun remains yours....

“Do I have no original thought in my head?”

Said the butterfly, flittering onto my brow.

“Do I have no original thought in my head?”

These alone were the nine words his mouth would allow.

For variety, sometimes, he’d switch it around:

“In my head no original thought do I have?”

But again, only nine words he spoke. Now I frowned.

“In my head no original thought do I have?”

Did he wish me to answ...

“I can do it, I can do it!” Daphne hyped herself up in the mirror. “Can I do it?” The doubt proved persistent as she held her brush to her hair and took a long look at her reflection. “It’s no use. No use at all, I can’t do it” she placed her hairbrush down on the bathroom sink and prepared to leave the room defeated. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t do something so simple, everyone else c...

I will go to that place where love is darkness.

Where darkness is love, that place I will go to.

That place is darkness, I will go to where’s love.

Is love where I will go to, that darkness place.

That place where I will go to…Is Darkness Love?

Ten words, that’s all we get,

so let’s settle for a common,

simple lie....

*SQUAWK*

Detective Inspectors Carol McKay and James Donovan looked at each other in disbelief. It wasn't the first time they'd been stumped by a case, but this was certainly the most bizarre they'd ever encountered.

The victim, an eighty-year-old pensioner named Agnes, lay motionless on the kitchen floor, her wrinkled face peaceful in death. But the blunt force trauma to her head indicated a vio...

"You don't love me the way that I love you, Hope."

She took a deep breath as she stared her fiancé in the eyes. There was the paper on the table that stood in front of them, her facial expression unreadable. "This isn't about love anymore. This marriage is far beyond saving. You can't just love your way out of the danger you put us in. That you put our kids in."

"You don't love me." He emphasize...