Writing Prompt

An old friend once told me that you either die a hero or you live long enough to become the villain and as those words ran through my head as the helicopters hummed up above me, I realized one thing — I should have died that hero.

Standing here, atop Masters Tower, the tallest skyscraper in Zero City, I wish I had died that day three years ago when everything changed. At least then I wouldn’t be...

“Adria you don’t have to do this!” Ethan calls out, keeping his hand up above his head as he walks closer. “Just, just put the gun down, Adria. Just put it down.” Derek’s sobbing beneath me, some hero. Then again given his family’s history that was already inevitable.

“Adria your father wouldn’t want this!” Derek try’s to argue.

“You don’t get to talk about my father! You don’t get to tell ...

They say that, long ago in a time gone by, when people whispered her name on their lips, it was in prayer, not in fear.

My shattering knee echoed through the room to accompany the screams as her hammer finished its arc. I think the screams were mine. I couldn’t be sure though.

It was hard to imagine the people hearing her name in the streets and feeling… hope? That’s what she was once. Apparently...

The thing is, you see, I’m fixing a terribly tragic wrong. That’s not how most people will see it, of course, but then again, isn’t that always the way of the world?

You have to be strong in this regard. Steady. You can’t just break at the first obstacle you see. You have to have principles. You have to stand for something.

And I’m standing against you.

I wish it didn’t have to be this way. ...

Its hard when you find out you’re the villain

The deadly poison people should avoid

You thought you were glowing with light

But in reality it was just the radioactive waste that forms your personality

Slowly deteriorating those around you until they are dissolved too

You see him and you pretend to be her

You see her and you pretend to be him

Its all confused now

Who are you and who do you love

...

He’s the Lord of these parts. He owns the Colosseum where he makes the convicted and the unfortunates combat to the death. You can always see him at every fight, eating his way through several plates of meat. He laughs and he claps at death. He is a rotund and misshapen and has his servants carry and bathe him. He doesn’t really have many friends, not any that he doesn’t pay anyway. He is good fri...

Black hats and emerald green

The stars dancing in the sky

Spells whispering in the wind

A black cat is just as scared

When it crosses my path

It’s witch-hunting season...

But this time I’m coming for you....

There’s that hero

Who saves the day

Keeping everyone safe

In every way

A devil comes along

It touches his soul

He turns to a villain

He runs down that hole

He hides away

In that park

Can’t be in light

Desired to be in dark

People are in danger

They need protection

People look in his eyes

They feel rejection

He feels he is right

In every way

But he is wrong

With a price to pa...

They say you die a hero,

And what a death it then shall be,

That you will show what's right and wrong,

And all shall worship thee,

If you don't die a hero's death,

The villain you shall be,

But you can't help the cards that were

First placed in front of thee,

But is it wrong if I decide

To live my life with glee?

Say what you will but you should know,

That I am truly free....

Madden sat and watched as people strolled past, muttering amongst themselves. Women wearing extravagant gowns pushed past through swarms of men, giggling as they went. Madden sneered. How fortunate it was for them - to have it so easy, while others starved on the streets. With a quick swipe of his hand, Madden plucked a coin from a lady’s handbag, undetected by anyone. He smiled to himself, flippi...