Writing Prompt

Once upon a time,

I liked a girl.

She had brown hair

And brown eyes.

She wore sweaters and leggings,

And never put her hair up.

She was kind,

And fun,

And just a little bit crazy.

She never had many friends,

But she really loved and cared for the ones she had.

She was friend_ly_ with everyone.

No one hated her.

She never made anyone upset.

She was… she was wonderful.

And deep down,

She knew that.

...

Once, in a garden where laughter reigned,

Children played, and joy remained,

The air was sweet with endless bloom,

A world untouched by shadow or gloom.

Time, a thief, in stealth did tread,

Among the flowers, their petals shed,

The vibrant greens turned to russet and gold,

Stories of love, now left untold.

The winds of change, they whispered low,

Through branches bare, where crows now crow,

A ch...

During the days where softness was the norm all without form from the love that were shown. Softness toughened the tolerance for mistakes in a world full of snakes. Soon after the being that anchored the ground in the softened atmosphere departed with their softened heart; all that was left was hearts turned to stone due to a volatile home where love seemed to have once been shown is now gone and ...

“My Queen,” something whispers from the shadows, bowing down at her feet. The woman on the throne lights the blue flame with the tip of her finger, it brings out her malnourished, hollowed cheeks, her long lashes brush her skin as she closes her eyes and rubs her throbbing temples.

“There’s been a disturbance,” the servant whispers, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact. “We found Gourdoni h...

You might as well

Be Medusa since

Every time our

Eyes lock,

I turn to

Stone

As I lose myself

In your gaze....

Mercilessly, blood dripped from the Queen’s parted lips. She sat on her throne of bones and decomposing flesh, her long, black fingernails were steadily tapping on the elbow of a rotting corpse that was posing as her armrest. She sharpened her teeth and ran a pink tongue around the crimson blood staining her lips like cherry lipstick.

One eye emerald green, the other icy blue. She grinned and st...

The pebbles in my pockets turned to boulders

As I watched tree trunks freeze in time

When did my castle of broken dreams

Harden into stone?

I didn’t want to stay here

In this lonely fortress on the hill

But now that I embraced this empty

There is only alone...

They way it hurts- God, I love the pain.

Dripping blades and wounds.

How crimson looks on stainless steel.

Black handled blades of sorrow…

I swore I’d never fall again.

Not after that first time high.

Lows fill deeper, blood overruns.

Loved how you held me close.

Whispered in my ear, kissed my neck.

Told me it would be okay, yeah?

And hell, I believed the bullshit.

A heart was opened to a beas...

In the realm of shattered dreams, where hope once thrived,

Lies a story of resilience, where a soul survived.

"Once filled with softness," she whispered with a sigh,

"Now turned to stone, as pain weighs heavy on my mind."

Once upon a time, she danced with joy and grace,

A spirit so vibrant, a smile upon her face.

But darkness crept in, like a thief in the night,

Leaving her broken, her spirit tak...

Today I took my paint brush and painted over myself, over all my flaws and all that I am.

I became a blank canvas, erasing myself from existence with only a couple of strokes.

But what I couldn’t erase was what I left behind when I was gone, not the tears that were shed or the sorrow I caused.

Nor the long nights of restless sleep many got, and the thousands of questions they asked themselves wond...