something I wrote a few minutes ago

The couple dances in their kitchen, the radio plays 60s love songs, and the rain hits their window. Their eyes never left each other’s gaze, their bodies swaying to the music as they danced with each other like the first time they did in high school. The man was dressed in his military uniform, and the woman had tears running down her cheeks as she put her head to his chest to hear his heartbeat one last time before they parted. The man left her up and wrapped her legs and arms around him as he moved back and forth to the song—their song, the only song that could bring them back to the day they met—the knock on their door signaling its time to leave. The woman sobs upon hearing the knock, and he lets her go. The man puts his finger under her chin to make her look at him, and his soft smile only brings more grief to her heart. He softly chuckles as he takes a deep breath to hide the sound of him holding back tears. He kisses her forehead as he takes her hand and then kisses her knuckles, but a tear falls from him and lands on her hand before he can even stop more from coming. As their parts grow louder, he grabs his bags and puts on his hat. He opens the door and walks out to the truck to leave with the other men joining the war. He looks back at her one more time, and his mind goes back to them as teenagers every time he dropped her off at her home and how he pinky promised to never leave her alone. He smiles one more time at her, letting her see the tears, and kisses his pinky, signifying that hell never leaves her alone, even if he had to fight the grim reaper himself. Hell crawls his way to her.

breakup platonic

Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality; you can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together. You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item, as much as it sounds selfish you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there, you dreamed of living and going college with that person but now anytime you see each other there’s not even a smile shared, now you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems, you understand sometimes people grow apart but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never not even when we are old and wrinkly. You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would the ones your kids call family, the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding, you grew excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone, the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial. Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can; it breaks not only the love but also the child inside you that grew up with this person. You cry and scream for them in your head but can’t bring yourself to reach out, you look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more, not taking more photos but how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother, you never went to each others houses but to you they were your safe place, but now as teens you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life but at the end you would still help that friend out, in the end that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that your grateful as they saved you in ways no one else could have, I guess that’s why it hurts more then anything else, because your not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

another short prompt

The hero stands looking to the executioner with tears in their eyes, silently begging for someone to save them as they once saved everyone, but now the hero stands among all those he has stood forth to protect, but no one stands to protect him. Now he stands there to die at the hands of the ones he once saved. Hearing the words he wishes weren’t said out loud by the executioner, "strip,” the executioner says as if he wasn't talking to a hero once loved; no, now he speaks as if he were speaking to the devil himself; slowly the heroes clothes are discarded; now only shame is what he wears. The people bowed their heads, turning away out of respect for their hero; they did not want to remember him as the man who got humiliated but as the man who stood proudly. The bang of the gun is heard, and following it is a silence so deafening that even the gods felt as if the earth could hear them from the heavens. The once lively body now lays cold on the ground, and the eyes of everyone stay wary, not wanting to dehumanize the hero by looking at his bare, bloody body. The body is taken, and all that's left is the blood and clothing that once symbolized peace and safety. They now represent the views others have of the ones who ordered this to happen. 

another one

Hearing the song his mother once sang to him at night as a child made his heart grow warm, he remembers the nights where he had her arms around her as she cooked humming the same song that plays but now instead of her comfort and warmth, only the tortuous pain feels his senses, now only can he feel the pain of a million burns on his body, once a song that filled him with joy and happiness now fills him with hatred and fear, his captors using the song to break him down so now he has no one but himself to comfort but how could he when the one thing that kept him sane is now being used against him, his mother’s love is now gone standing in its place is the hatred of his captor, how he dreads to hear the song that once brought him enough joy to live another day, now his mother is gone and left in her place is a man with a mission to break her baby boy to be something she wished he could escape 

Again this is a TikTok one where the character’s favorite song is being used against him

just writing prompts

As his body slumps a scream of pure agony escapes my throat, harsh and painful cries filled the silent room, in those moments of his last breath I wondered if it was true what people say with Brains living for ten seconds reliving Their best memories , I selfishly wondered if I were those last moments of his peace, if i was the one in his memories to help him feel at ease, I fall to his side clenching the man I once loved, the man I shared everything with, and in those moments of his Last breaths, not only did he die, he took everything from me so selfishly, he took my love,my smile, my faith “I hate you” I yell in hidden fear  “don’t leave me here, I love you” I weep, as my tears cloud my eyesight, and my chest feels with a burning pain, i cried harder i have ever cried, and the one person i could cry to is the person im crying for, the chest i once cried on is no longer just covered in my tears but his own blood

This is a prompt I saw on TikTok of a lover watching lover die, I’m open to critics and stuff