Discussion Creative Writing Megathread

[lilichka]

Terror. Ask me to describe the feeling of terror, and I can only reply 'ecstatic'. Fervour. Justice. Spirit. Words that give meaning to terror, the order of the day.

Terror. Terror. The fear inflicted upon man by another man. I do not fear terror, on the contrary, I feel drawn towards it. Whether it be white, red, great, or reigning, terror inspires within me an urge to be drowned by the roaring tides of ardor.

Terror. Terror. Terror. Terrorism, terrorist, terrorizer. What do these words mean? Why do they decry it? Rally against it? How pitiful these men be, to not see the unnerving beauty of terror!

Terror. Terror. Terror. Terror. I walked up the stage and met my date for tonight; a tall woman with a sharp stare. I laid my head down on her lap, to the cheering of the crowd below us. I closed my eyes, and calmly awaited her loving touch on my nape. I was her greatest love, yet her latest victim.

Terror. Terror. Terror. Terror. Terror. Off with our heads!

 

[hybridtheory]

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A girl's voice cries out, but it remains trapped within her own confines, unheard by the world outside. It unleashes a torrent of feelings within her secluded haven.

With each new day, she faces the same old wounds and the intrusive thoughts that shake her sense of calm.

She continues to escape, feeling adrift and unable to find anything reliable.

She guards herself against the inescapable truth, fearing the journey toward forgiveness, when deep down, all she truly desires is the solace of understanding that her burdens were never hers to carry alone.

A girl prioritizes her peace for such a long time that now, any sound beyond a mere whisper can make her feel jarring. She has established a refuge deep within herself.

She takes steps forward, yet also retraces her path—not to dwell in the past, but to integrate that part of herself into the now. The version of herself that was limited by a past that sought to disrupt her future now travels alongside her.

Her past self walks beside her present self, not to hinder her progress, but to observe the beautiful transformation into the person she was destined to become.

Although she is uncertain about her future identity, she will learn to embrace gratitude during her journey, no matter how fiercely the hurt tries to lead her astray.

—kels