Writing Prompt

“Good morning, Miss K. Your morning coffee waits,” announced the staccato voice of Sophie, Kathryn’s virtual home assistant.

“Thank you, Sophie,” Kathryn replied as she gingerly grabbed the warm mug. “Two packs of sugar and one part cream. You know me well, Sophie.”

“Smiles are miles,” Sophie replied.

Kathryn sipped the coffee and chuckled. It was a cute phrase but fit their dialogue like rainc...

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out. One was a melody, soft and serene. The other, a cacophony of discordant notes clashing against the walls of reality. Her words danced in the air like leaves caught in an autumn breeze, at times floating gracefully, at times swirling chaotically. Her laughter was a symphony, rich and uplifting, but it could swiftly cha...

(Listen with one of 7xvn’s songs!)

((And read the caps in an insane scream))

Pull on my chain, call me “bitch”.

Choke me like you hate me.

And watch me grin.

Got your name on my

Death Note like;

YOU’RE NEXT!

Scream at me and treat me rough.

I’ll be your cute little rag doll.

But let me have control.

Let me own you.

That’s me, real.

Some bitch that likes her control.

Likes the chains and the...

“Every-“

“Who are we talking about?”

“Now-“

“Right! Olivia!.”

“And then-“

“Continue.”

“It seems like she opens her-“

“Okay, okay. Can you skip the intro, please?”

“Mouth and two-“

“Please, skip this, we need to get to class!”

“CaN yOu StOp InTeRrUpTiNg Me?!”

“Okay, okay, geez.”

“What I was trying to say was, every now and then, it seems like she opens her mouth and two voices come out....

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out. At times it was even three or four voices depending on the topic at hand. Her head was filled with everyone else’s words and she was sick of it. When asked a question, she always had an answer, but it was never quite her own. An academic topic always seemed to bring forth the voices of her tutors. Politics were respon...

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out. The first being the voice of the masses. Critical, raw, unrelenting. “The world is a cruel place.” Terse, and unkind. The left over armor of generational regret. However, just below the surface there is a whisper. “I’m still here.”

Hiding in the shadows she waits for her turn. A little girl no more than 5 begs for h...

“You will rue the day that you ever set foot in this place, Mr. Morales,” the demon hissed, chains taut as it writhed on the bed.

“That’s Father Morales to you,” the priest said, in a quiet tone that belied the deafening sound of his heart thumping in his ears. “And we’ve been over this. Let Rosa go. Let her spirit and body be.”

Rosa spat at him as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. But ...

Every now and then when she would talk to me

Two voices would come out

One, introverted, small, quiet, free

The other came outgoing and in shouts

Like when I had that bully

She spat right in his face

Told him to leave me be

Told him he’s a disgrace

But when she met cute guys

As quiet as a mouse

She smiled, very shy

Then ran back in her house

She might have two sides

One ready to defend

The oth...

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth, and two voices came out. One overpowering the other, the same way the anxious sound of thunder drowns the peaceful rain.

It’s was almost too painful for her to bear, nobody understood her and never even tried, at the least. When she would sit alone, she begged with herself to find new words. “Just try” she choked in a throat twisting whisp...

Don’t say yes. Don’t say yes. Don’t say yes.

Yes…

She had always cursed that one word. That single word, that caused so much pain, it was the word that made her become a people pleaser.

As a girl, she was never taught to be assertive, only to apologise and to be submissive.

She lowered her head, as she continued circling around the carousel of despair...