Writing Prompt

In a house. Ready to hunt my person. Kill on cold blood. I am ready for my victim. My name is Oriana and I am a blood hunter assassin abysal teifling. I kill for fun and I used to be a bounty hunter. My parents were murdered and I had to kill my cousin. I am from the underworld and I bottle my emotions. They are over rated anyway.

It’s the mist of war and people are scared. Which is why I was p...

People talk about moonstruck. Wonderstuck. Just simply struck.

But none of those words feel right on her tongue.

Nova wants to describe Ward in a way that matches the grandness of his whole self. How he makes her feel.

Every time she opens her mouth, words die before they come out.

It shouldn’t be so hard. Her boyfriend is great. Amazing even. But those aren’t good enough.

Why can’t she fi...

(These are two poems I wrote that kinda fit the prompt, one from about 6 months and one a few days ago.)

——

**The thing about loving**

So… what’s it like to be in love?

As someone who is deeply in

love

with someone else

I’m terrified of the answer.

Everyone who I could ask

Well tell me she’s

Straight.

When I ask her

She tell me she doesn’t want a

Relationship.

She’d hate me if she knew,

I’ve...

I’m over the moon with you

And I don’t know how to breathe

You bring me to my knees

Just like gravity

And I think that I’ve lost it

But you’re the one

Whose got me

Struggling to breathe

Crazy butterflies

All tangled up inside

Now that I’ve got

Your attention

Is there something

I’m missing

Am I on the moon with you

Can I finally breathe

Bringing me to my knees

Is this gravity

Setting me free...

Staring at the ceiling

Using my finger to trace your name on my wall

Humming a broken “Carmelita”

Missing you, not answering your call

I’ll write a song about it

Look for you inside every Jim and Coke

Can’t feel my feelings, can’t feel my dick

What a fucking joke...

I’ve turned off my emotions. It’s easier this way. The pain I endure everyday can no longer hurt me. When you have no emotions, nothing can hurt you. Not the abuse you endure, or the loneliness you feel every night before bed.

My mom was the only person who ever complimented me; she always told me that I am talented in everything I do. Writing, singing, dancing, fixing things, cleaning, and b...

“I think I might be dying!” I gasp to my friend Bianca as we walk through the hall.

“What are you talking about, Bea? Finally accepting you can’t take every single class and club sophomore year?” Bianca says, giving me one of her famous sarcastic looks. But she doesn’t understand.

“No! I took an emergency medical class last summer and I have the same symptoms as a heart attack. Sweaty palms, racin...

**_He had known love, but he never dared dream that he would be loved until he met HER.

_**

**_She is pure and good. A symbol of virtue. His companion. The inner turmoil, and the voices telling him he isn’t good enough, isn’t worthy, quiet when she is near._**

**_She is simple, delicate but brave and powerful in the moments that count most. She notices him, peers deep into him, and yet she keeps...

Love is a strange thing. Now, attraction I can understand. It’s biologic, it had an evolutionary need. Devotion, too, I understand. But love? It can be attraction, it can be devotion, it can be both, it can be neither. It is foreign, seemingly incorrect on so many levels.

Why is it that we fall in love? We love to say love is from the heart, but obviously a giant organ beating blood toward the re...

Shadows in the dark

Open up your jet black heart

Maybe there's light inside

That collided with the moon

It swallowed up your soul

It's not too late to make it known

Show me the other side

Pure magnificent light

The eclipse has you in its grasp

But really it's your own soul that's got you trapped

Don't cry beautiful heart

Don't fear the shadows in the dark

—————————————

I wrote this poem in 201...