Writing Prompt
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WRITING OBSTACLE
Paradise. Elsewhere. Consume.
In a 500-word scene or story, include these words in any order.
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it’s paradise when your mouth grazes my skin. when your voice whispers my name. when your eyes say what words cannot. your fingers trace my back, slowly moving from the nape of my neck to the top lacy edge of my dress. there is a zipper that follows my spine, and I feel you thinking about it yet restraining yourself. your long lashes flutter as I put a hand against your chest, nothing but the thin...
I will not pine for parasites today. Nor tip my hat, towards such domain. Loss of hope, is redemption for those of us who conquer lovers through shaky flows. Oh, I'm not done yet. I'll bleed out every ounce of this crushing regret. Fill the bucket to the brim, before I fall to such demise again. Every sip I ever took of him, regurgitating through my pours of oddly sin. Crowded whispers plague my m...
The hounds encircle me now.
Tracing their prints
in the bloodied sands.
Eyes locked into mine -
like orbs of fire sending shivers
down my spine,
“Welcome to Paradise,
parasite.”
I know I'm outta time.
I think I've always been.
I had to seek to find.
And find I surely
fucking did.
The birds of the air are
eager to tear the flesh
from my bones -
because I’ve been
broken to pieces,
e...
"Your eyes are a vision and your hair is silky smooth. Your skin sparkles and I dream dreams of you."
"Oh don't you dare," Mila laughed.
"Hey," Tyson argued. "These are my wedding vows and I can do them however I please," He insisted. The crowd giggled a little and the bride faced towards Tyson again, still shaking her head.
"Now may I please finish?" Tyson asked politely. Still half rolling her e...
Yes. The sweet stench of death. I know it all too well, and now it comes for me.
But what happens next? That has always been on my mind. Shall the good deeds and defenses save me from the doom that follows me? Or not? Shall I go to paradise or elsewhere? Shall a waste my soul away? Will it be consumed by the darkness? Or have I done enough?
Those men in the trenches, fate should know that I d...
To everyone but her, that house is a paradise.
They see a place that covers each who enters in a blanket of love.
They see a building used to host birthday parties and hangouts during the Super Bowl, or a place to gather during the holidays.
She always wondered how one house could have two completely different descriptions.
Like she was living elsewhere, but that house remained. The memori...
Not corpses, yet we still rot. Continuous consumption of dead hearts, pleasure within grasp of fools. Hunger insatiable. We don’t fear anything, because we’ve already died. Shards of heartbreak fixed with salt, pain is freedom. Elsewhere one is living a dream, but in reality it becomes a nightmare. Humans struggle with life, life struggles to die. Ever consuming and fire, plunge this forsaken worl...
Johnny Paradise, a spoiled playboy, was up to his scrawny neck in gambling debts and other men’s wives. Johnny Paradise, the heir to the Wally Winter’s Wonderland Snow Globes, was running his grandfather’s company aground. Johnny Paradise was also stone cold dead from an apparent gun shot wound beneath the armpit. I stared at the ex-Mr. Paradise and pondered.
“Chief, Detective Sabrina Ho from Gran...
Goodnight beautiful.
Together we can dance upon the clouds.
Our own paradise of imagination,
distant yet just an inch away.
Souls intertwined,
we’ll travel beyond elsewhere,
and whatever comes after.
You consume my thoughts.
I melt to your touch,
and sparks dance between our fingertips.
Is it too little to just say goodnight.
How I wish the days were longer,
and not numbered as they are.
If on...
Elsa was having a bad day. A day like any other, really, but today she wasn’t feeling interested in having a day like any other. She wanted a ‘day’, the kind that creates a day that would forever be a part of Elsa’s memories. The kind with drama, the kind with laughter and screams.
The kind with magic.
But unbeknownst to Elsa, her wish was granted. For deep within an old workshop of a forgotten ...
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