Writing Prompt Wednesday #35
TW: Child abuse
Monsters under the bed are real, and they protect abused children from their parents at night https://writing-prompt-s.tumblr.com/
Humans tell their offspring legends of monsters that hide under every child’s bed. Ones that’ll eat you if you talk back or stay up too late or don’t eat your dinner. Of course, all of these things are very untrue and harmful stereotypes. I should know, as I am one.
I’ve been a monster in the bed division for almost three centuries, so I am an expert at my craft. I know what to do, I’m quick, and I’ve never been spotted by a child that I don’t want to be spotted by.
Of course, we monsters aren’t there to eat bad children or scare them. No no, we’re there for an entirely different purpose.
Evil and Good
NOTE: So I decided to try one of those two-way poems and I think it turned out okay! Lemme know what you think :)
Shows every bit of
Happiness and light.
Lets you see
The despair the world has become
A small act of kindness.
Is washed away by
A corrupt mind
Focus on the good.
For just a second.
To focus on the bad.
There’s no point
Why do we keep trying?
Will always win over
(Now read it backwards)
Writing Prompt Wednesday #34
Write a poem for each of the seven deadly sins. You can't use their
NOTE: I found this prompt a long time ago so some of the poems are probably pretty bad. I wrote in haiku style because I don't do that a lot and it's seven different poems so I didn't want to write seven long ones. I also included each of the sins at the end, so try to guess what sin it's talking about, then see if you're right!
Arched back as I stride
Standing tall before my kin
But not majestic
Ashera: Chapter 15
A story by Writerial.
The group arrived at Cambridge in the late evening, after a long day of walking. They booked a room at the Eagle’s Nest Inn and settled in for the night.
“I forgot how much I missed sleeping on a real bed,” Ryan said, stretching out on the mattress. “I mean, camping is nice and all but…”
“I hear you,” Fox said, sitting in a comfy leather chair in the corner of the room. She sighed contently. “So, what’s our game plan for tomorrow?”
Once Long Ago
TW: Self harm, suicidal idealization
Once long ago I was happy
I had everything I could ever want
Light shone in my eyes
Now those days are just a taunt
Once long ago I wasn't stressed out
I was happy and carefree
I didn't worry too much
I knew people cared about me
One long ago I wasn't depressed
I was social and bright
I didn't stay in my room all day
I didn't have to fight
Once long ago I felt love
I knew that I wasn't alone
I thought I was safe
I wish that I would've known
Once long ago I felt no pain
No scars covered my wrist
I only laughed and played
I was glad to exist
Once long ago I lived
I breathed and walked around
I didn't long for a bullet
I was bright and star-bound
Once long ago I was happy
Writing Prompt Wednesday #33
Sirens in the distance http://writersrelief.com/2018/12/14/125-of-the-best-poetry-writing-prompts-for-poets-writers-relief/
I run away
I flee the scene
And there’s sirens in the distance
I should probably stay
Just come clean
But there’s sirens in the distance
So I keep running
Maybe someday I’ll be free
I’ll try again
Make things how they’re meant to be
I know I messed up
I know there’s no repair
So I’ll just run
Filled with anger and despair
So I keep going
And as I run
I hear the sirens in the distance
Ashera: Chapter 14
A story by Writerial.
NOTE: It’s been a while since I’ve written a chapter of Ashera since I was working on Quest For A Cure for so long, but I’m back to working on it. Enjoy chapter 14!
Ashera’s entire body stiffened. A lump caught in her throat. This couldn’t be true...it just couldn’t be.
“That’s not true!” she said. “Bear is dead! He’s been dead for a while…”
“I promise you, he’s very much alive,” Jill said.
“He’s not! I saw-”
“You saw what? A staged death of that stupid horse?” Glenn asked. “He wanted you to find that. So you wouldn’t catch onto the fact that it was all him.”
“Even if he was alive,” she said slowly. “He’d never do those things. Bear is good! He’s one of the best people I’ve ever known. He would never torment innocent people like that.”
Jill shrugged. “Believe what you will.”
Glenn thought for a moment. “Actually, I have a picture of him in my bag. If you’d so kindly hand it over.”
Ashera raised an eyebrow at Ryan. He shrugged and tossed her a beat-up black satchel. She glanced inside to make sure there were no weapons, and handed it over to Glenn.
He didn’t have much wiggle room in the hands department, so he took the bag in his teeth and dumped all of its contents on the floor. He stretched and picked up a small piece of parchment. “That’s it,” he said.
Ashera crossed over to him and took the parchment in my hand. In the photo, there were lines and lines of people and Calidi. She spotted Glenn and Jill in the third row. But at the very front, a small Calidi by his side, was Strength of Bear. His face looked different-paler, thinner-and his hair was cut short. But it was unmistakably him.
“No,” Fox said, appearing behind me. “It can’t be…”
“But it is,” Jill said. “And if you don’t untie us soon, he’s going to kill us. So, can we please get a move-on?”
Ashera looked up at her face; her pitiful, arrogant face who had committed thousands of evil acts for the thrill of it. And light filled her. But it wasn’t the good light from before. The health, the laughter, the happiness. This light was hot, painful, and all-consuming. Ashera scowled, a new-found malice filling her eyes. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about him destroying you,” she said.
The Last Day
NOTE: I promise that I’m working on Ashera, but I ran into the problem that I really hate where the story is going right now so I need to rethink some of it, so that may take a little while. For now, here’s another short story brought to you by yours truly!
Landon sat on his front porch, watching the colors of the sunset bleed into the rest of the sky. The oranges mixed with yellows and the yellows with pinks and the punks with purples and the purples with the dimming blue of the sky, creating one beautiful abstract blob of colors. And you wouldn’t even know if you didn’t take the time to pay attention to it.
As he sat there, gazing at the setting sun, he thought back on the day that changed his life. The last day. But not the last. It was hard to explain.
It had started the same as any day. He woke up, got dressed, and drove to his miserable 9-5 job. There, he saw his bigoted boss that he had always wanted to give a piece of his mind. He avoided his long-lasting crush, Ella, and tried to focus on his job. It had been a completely normal day...until….
On the drive home, Landon had lost focus. Instead of focusing on the drive home, he had instead thought of how he despised that he did all of these things. How all he wanted was a life of adventure and to no longer be stuck in this awful purgatory until he had moved on. And he lost focus.
The car came out of nowhere. It struck him on the drivers side, sending him careening off the road.
I’m paralyzed with fear
I don’t like change
I don’t like work
I find it strange
I overthink everything
I think my friends hate me
I think I could do better
Of course I could do better
I can be anything I want to be
That’s what they tell me
I want to do better
I need to do better
I try to force myself
I sit still
Until I can think
Until it doesn’t stress me out
Until I don’t lose my will
But thought never come
So I waste my days away
Staring at a wall
Hoping not to fall
I was truly happy before
To the point where I wasn’t scared
I knew that worse times were coming
But I couldn’t have cared
I wish that they hadn’t come
Good times will be back
They always return
But then they always end
And I sit on my bed
Paralyzed with fear
Waiting for them to return
Waiting to do better.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #32
Song-spiration: Choose a song at random and then select a lyric of that song to serve as the title for your short story. Let the mood of the song and the arc of the song's narrative inform your writing. https://study.com/academy/popular/short-story-writing-prompts.html
NOTE: I put my playlist on shuffle and the song that came up is “Your Eyes” from “Rent”. They lyric I chose is: “Where there’s moonlight I see your eyes.” Also, since Roger is talking to Mimi in this song, I thought it might be fun to do this story as a letter to someone, so it’s a lot shorter than my usual short stories. I hope you enjoy it either way :)
My Dearest Hailey,
We broke things off almost a year ago. I hurt you. A lot. I know that I did. I should’ve only been focused on you, but I lost my way. I lost who I was. And I lost you. It was the biggest mistake of my life.
I’ve thought of you everyday since then. There are times where I’m sitting on the couch and watching TV and I move to put my arm around you and you aren’t there. Or when I go to the cafe and have to stop myself from ordering a large espresso with extra cream and two pumps of vanilla just because it got so natural.
I see you everywhere. I see your hair in the autumn leaves, your lips in the sunset, your eyes in the moonlight. It kills me every time.
I don’t expect you to forget what I did. Or to forgive me right now. That’s too much to ask. But what can I do to get you back? Name anything and I’ll do it. Right now. And please don’t say I can’t do anything. Please.
I miss you so much. Please come back to me Hailey. Please come back.