Writing Prompt

My master enjoyed long walks. He’d walk as a headless chicken let loose by fumbling fools, quick, staggered, in pain but silent. I’d join him in his daily venture with a harness tied to my neck, a fabric of polyester, that kept me tethered to his waddling spirit. We kept a steady pace and would only stop when I’d spot something rigid and broken, he was not too pleased whenever I did. I used the pa...

[Back story to the series {It Was Me?}]

[Please read story first or this will spoil it]

Jacob: he grew up in a home without a mom. His dad quick to anger, would hit, scream or anything to make someone cry or make them feel pain. He admired his father and soon became like him. He found that murder soothed his aches.

Darren: Darren was Jacob’s best friend ever since kindergarten. He was very kind ...

**_Julian_**

"C'mon, Oliver! We're on in a minute dude!" I grab my guitar, hoping it's tuned correctly. He grabs his drumsticks, and Caelum high fives me.

"This is our chance to play for a crowd!" he grins.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but I can still see the excitement in them.

"They're all gonna be drunk anyway, they won't care."

I strum a practice note, happy when it sounds good.

"Let's go!" ...

Vasil and Luda; like two peas in a pod, and yet, so different.

Vasil, raised in the city, smart, but quiet and unassuming. Chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes, freckles, and a thin stature.

Luda, who grew up in a villiage, with one friend (who was not her friend anymore), loud and confident, friendly and kind. Bleach-blonde hair and gray eyes, stocky and sporty.

Such differences, and ho...

I was walking down the bustling street when I noticed a man in need of some grooming. His long, unkempt hair appeared as though it hadn't been washed or cut in ages. Before engaging with him, I believe he could benefit from some self-care. As he shivered in the cold wind, I couldn't help but chuckle. Startled, he covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment. I walked past him and disposed ...

Once upon a time in a bustling city, there were two individuals named Luis and Pricilla aka Prissy. Luis, a hardworking construction worker, grew up in a close-knit community where family and loyalty were highly valued. Prissy, on the other hand, came from a wealthy background, living a life of privilege and luxury. Despite their vastly different upbringings, fate brought them together one sunny a...

And we're crawling to the gates of heaven

Not completely sure if this is the place we want to be

But like good dogs we follow

So tempted by

The man in the sky

And I'll sit on the steps

My death marks me like a tattoo

You can see it on my wrists

And on my throat

Because I choked

On my words and on the world

And I was never built for it anyway

I died before I was born

Defined before even a th...

A family.

Left lone, cold, blood dripping

Looking down the barrel of a gun

Easy kills. Collateral damage.

Young- they don't know of death

Except they do.

Seen it with their own eyes

Over. And over.

Never ending

Repeating cycle of violence

And pain. All

For what?

A state? A name?

Now check the first letters...

Aster sighed as she prepared to join her mother in housekeeping for the ridiculously wealthy Mr. Forester and his son, Ransom. True, it was an annoying, tiring, and frustrating job but at least it payed well. Even better for her, Mr. Forester was away on a business trip and only Ransom was in the house. She glanced at the luxurious surroundings and sighed, feeling trapped in this golden cage of w...

My hair hung damply down the back of my back and I instinctively reached for the ends of each tress and began mechanically braiding them into pointed,flat rows that looked,in the mirror behind me, as if they belonged on a piece of graph paper rather than my head. I glanced over as James and he was balancing a pencil on his fingertips,staring down a void white notebook and huffing “Well that doesn’...