Prompt: Write about a villain who can control people with only their voice. Why doesn't it work on everyone? https://pin.it/pssy3w2wdqpbxb His voice was soft and melodious, carried over to us on the light breeze of the planes. Our platoon, so ready to destroy the enemy in front of a moment ago, now fell oddly quiet. … Continue reading The Voice of God pt 1
Who am I?
I feel that I am looking through the windows of my own eyes. When a feeling bubbles up within me, sadness, love, or disgust, I feel that it is I that pushes and pulls these emotions to the top. But I am also the one crying, kissing, and raging. I am fully in control, watching … Continue reading Who am I?
Death’s Bride
Once every thirty years a woman is chosen. Women represent new life, re-birth, and sensuality. All things that Death lacks. Therefore, he chooses one among the millions, billions of people on Earth and taken her as his wife. She is always young, always a virgin, and always given willingly. In ancient times all the tribes … Continue reading Death’s Bride
Writing Advice
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Lost
A Poem
Killing Room pt. 2
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Killing Room pt. 1
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Two Good People and a Murderer
Word Prompt: You are told that you are about to enter a room with one person that wants to kill you, and two people who would do anything to save your life. Inside you find your two best friends and your crush. Makayla stood leaning against the wall, arms folded. Emily leaned forward over the … Continue reading Two Good People and a Murderer
Time’s Thief
An old man, bent with age, walks along a dark street. He's spent his lift bending to those he feared, waiting for the time when he could retire and live free of this fear. A group of men watch him approach and smell a mark. "Hey old man." One of them says, stepping out in front of him. "What do you say to coming with us for a little bit."...
Dream of Reality
I am dreaming I know. But in dreams we build our realities. I am at a party in a pretty sparkly dress, at once unusual in that 1. I am in a dress and 2. I am at a party. Both clear signs of being in a dream. I sit in a stylish chair holding … Continue reading Dream of Reality
I Don't Want to be Famous 