Prompt: room/space from your past a windowless white room that’s where the madness starts you lay bound to yourself lonely and petrified the voice over the speakers belongs to the master she sounds exactly like you her mocking whispers are words you’d never say to your friends the master says you have no friends and…
Tag: darkness
The Dark Place I Sometimes Visit: Real or Make Believe? A Short Story
Sometimes I go to this dark place where ghosts roam free and fears cackle in the wind. A place in my mind that takes an ongoing battle to repress, but often, it refuses to be silenced, pushing itself to the surface like a blowup clown toy, its face deceptively happy, but truly disturbed. I wonder…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 