Writing Prompt

(this is about me, present day me)

It’s always about him,

every thought, and every breath.

These feelings are putting me to the test.

I’m no longer sheltered in the nest.

Very smell is you,

every thought is about you.

I cannot do anything without you on my mind,

“it’ll go away with time,” when?

I can’t escape you, so I’ll pick up my pen.

It’s a constant cycle, Richard.

Just tell me if you l...

Jayla seen someone they despise with their heart and soul. Kaiden, her childhood rival since 1st grade. Kaiden and Jayla always aruged who was the best in English Language Art, Math, History, Science. Even Art and Music class. Now they’re both in high school, still competing. They are now Juniors, still trying to be the best.

Jayla is a 5’4 foot girl with Kaiden being 6’0 feet tall. Jayla is very...

The silky polyester cloth is defiled— marred, crusted with white smears and harder dark blotches. The mixture of blood and cum tack onto each other, tangling together in woven webs until Adam forces them apart.

Adam promised he’d return the sweatshirt to Skeeter himself. His palm drags against the silk, wiping his mess off his fingertips. It’s clammy, and damp, like his palms, he swallows— tries...

Them.

I hate them.

I hate the air they breathe, their words. Their actions. I hate the light in their eyes that never seems to go out. I loathe the energetic way they walk, how they fall in step with me on the sidewalk. I hate their unpredictability, a sparkler that kept burning and burning. They are the fire on a summer morning, the sharp chip on a bowl, the bane of my existence. They are happ...

Nightmares haunt me .

Them .

Them .

Always there always watching .

Always there to watch my happiness.

But slip away when that turns to agony .

Cruel eyes and crueler hearts.

Them .

They don’t care about me .

Not my jagged scar .

Not my emotions .

They are evil.

Them .

Them .

————-

Now .

Now they - they will pay .

Now .

NOW

They will suffer .

I will never forgive.

Merciless as they were , I strik...

She has gorgeous red hair, crystal green eyes, and a thin smile. Hair never uneven, clothes always fitted; she knows just what to do. She knows just what to say.

As she smiles at those lesser than her, her body holds no malice, like she knows she’s better, yet I cannot find it in myself to hate her.

Teacher’s pet she is, but she was never dull, always alive. She spoke her mind; she did what was ri...

TW: a little grotesque so proceed with that in mind :)

What one might do to be one with someone forever is a taboo topic that most won’t be able to understand. The feeling when I’m with him—it’s an aching sensation I’ve never felt before. A hunger that I shall tell no one about, but his presence is always followed by this craving. To slice off his flesh, to hold him in my stained hands forever—...

Trigger warning! This writing has somewhat graphic depictions of self harm and suicide.

It’s not his name that matters. It’s not his name because it’s ever single other part of him that means so terribly much that I can’t seem to handle it. His sickly, honey sweet voice oozes in my head, a sugary sludge concoction of love and fear that’s being forced down my throat.

Get out.

He’s in there. I c...

Them.

I stare at him with blazing eyes

What was the jerk doing here

Him

Them.

2 years, infinite pains, regrets

I shake my head, I couldn't think about it

Him

Them…

I look at the little girl playing

The smell of fresh waffles

Him...

We seem to think the world is focused around us and them, like the universe is divided in to a stream of two collectives battling each other to find out who's right. Surely someone has to be right? Surely someone has to win?

Barney created this image in his head, the world was always against him. Like everything he did was always right and he was never wrong. It was always them who was wrong, no...