Writing Prompt

The child plays rough with the other kids. Little Joey was so excited that his friends were over. He pushed Mary who fell over and cracked grandma‘s antique lamp. What could I say.? I was hungry all day but couldn’t eat because of the kids, I had a ravenous appetite, so we put our shoes on and went to McDonald’s...

He strolls the pavement, waiting for something

Something to come, like birds that sing

He’s rough on the inside and outside

Waiting for someone to just give him a ride

His heart is cracked, shattered, broken

He never has his time to shine, like a diamond token

No one sees his potential, or gives him a chance

Just strolls along the sidewalk with the same stance

He’s ravenous, unable to fix it

H...

I felt rough.

As if I didnt fit in.

The sweater at the store that wasn’t chosen.

The least favorite.

The unwanted.

I felt cracked.

Under all the pressure I broke.

Drop an egg and its true colors come out.

I felt ravenous.

I was done.

I felt my rage coming out.

Something I couldn’t conceal inside....

My life is falling apart

Ripping at the seams

Unable to be sewn back

Scattered across

Tugged this way and that

Helping you helping them

Listening, Feeling, Comforting

But what about me?

I am nog your doll?

I need yo be listened to!

I need to be felt!

I need fo be comforted!

I need someone to sew me back together.

But no one comes to the rescue

So i am left to fend for myself

Left to scrounge in...

I couldn't watch her eat. It was something I only realised as I grew older. I suddenly noticed, what it actually looked like.

Those tiny teeth in her small mouth. Reaching over something far too big to fit her mouth. Getting crumbs and such on the side of her mouth.

Her teeth yellow and discolored. Not like a poor person's teeth. Like teeth of someone with means to brush and get them fixed when ...

**_(Author’s Note: This is one of the longest stories I’ve ever written, but I promise it’s worth it. Thanks for reading! <3)

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“Again!”

Nikolai held his head in exhaustion. He had been at it for literal hours. Shadow warping himself so he can be “invisible”. But the closest he’d gotten was a dark cloud surrounding him that sparked with white hot electricity. Definitely not what he was going f...

There’s always some kind of line

between breaking and broken

You often don’t know you’re past it until it’s too late

There’s always a moment where you can be saved

And a moment where you find you’ve come too far

That turning back would be harder

Something inside you has cracked

splintered

turned to dust

And instead of living with a hole inside you

complacent to what the world does

t...

Have you ever been lost. Not just being seperated from the group, lost. You can’t see the sun to get orentated and at this point you have turned and twisted every way.

Here of all places in the swamps of Oklahoma. Yes apperently Oklahoma has at least one swamp. What makes this so terrible is all the story’s that live in these woodyswamps.

As night approaches I see a dark figure behind a tree ...

I saw it yesterday, maybe the whole package too.

I’m not sure what/how the whole clothes/covering situation works for creature-y beings and honestly, I don’t really want to know. This entire thing is freaking me out.

I just about lost it, couldn’t even tell what it had been, rancid and rotten and raw—and it was eating it.

_Ravenous._

There I was, innocently walking outside my own house and I’d...

The sound men

The sound men

The sound, sound men

make with their dry lips

around the rim of empty bottles,

speaking their foul breath into the glaringly empty amber pit

(that little whimper of the strong man, who can’t lift himself from the bottle)

the sound

the sound

the unsound sound that bleeding bears make in the falling woods when caught in jagged men-traps

you study the poet

in...