A Beautiful Dance

It’s our first tie and a three-way tie at that! So we will be featuring our three winners today at 10am, 2pm, and 6pm. Thank you all for coming out to vote!

A Beautiful Dance

It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.

A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.

It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.


Congratulations to this week’s second community favorite, Mark Schutter. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: KatarzynaKostecka on deviantart / Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

Into the Dark

It’s our first tie and a three-way tie at that! So we will be featuring our three winners today at 10am, 2pm, and 6pm. Thank you all for coming out to vote!


Into the Dark

Cold that seeps
Deep into your bones
Silence that boils
Right through your marrow
Darkness that invades
And bleeds you dry.

So why?
Why did you follow?

You knew what
The blackness brings.
You knew how
It would infect your mind.
You knew that
You’d never be free.

So why?
Why did you follow?

I know, little girl
I already understand.
But I need you to tell me
You need to say
Those words that
Will probably be your last.

So why?
Why did you follow?

That’s right…
Go on and tell.
Let your exhausted mind
Allow your body to rest.
You know the truth
Even if your soul is spared…

So why?
Why did you follow me
Into the dark?

Because your bones
Sweet Girl
Belong to me…


Congratulations to this week’s first community favorite, Mel Douleur. You can find the original piece on her blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo credit: ZeroNaton on deviantart / Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

Desperate – By: Mark Schutter

Hot sand clings to my face
A scorching wind blows unceasingly
As dry as this forgotten land
Dusty and parched
Baked hard by the relentless sun

All green is now brown
No hope, no joy, no promises whispered
Of longed for relief
Overhead a sky of deep forever blue
Beyond the reaches of eternity

Endless dreary monotonous moments
Slowly float by hanging in the air
Void of life where nothing moves
In the arid barren wasteland
The desert seeming stretches forever

Desperate…

Left alone and forsaken I lay
The heat burns my blistered skin
The sun stares down mercilessly
Blinded by the orb’s brightness
My eyes remain tightly closed

From out of nothingness
Where life was once spoken
A single word of devotion
Like sweet honey on my lips
To just believe again grace wins

A melody whispered in my mind
Soothes that ache inside
A balm to my weary heart
As dry land soaks up refreshing rains
I teeter on the edge of eternity


Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Mark Schutter. You can find the original piece on her blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Next Time – by: Tempest Rose

coverMy skin is expelling months of sin and my brain is swelling around the lack of sanity and my body shakes like an earthquake but all I want is sleep and there are sounds all around from sirens and screaming and evil overtakes my eyes as I glance upon the ground for something, anything when a white angel flutters up to me from below so I hastily tear into it and the answer is there right in my hands, the answer to make or break or fight or flight or whatever other cliche applies to this particular situation.

I decide to make it, to fight.

So I search and call and try to force my body to stop turning against me before it’s too late but after seconds of no one answering I know the chance is gone and I leave a half-hearted note with the man behind the counter explaining to the owner of this treasure that it’s in my possession and I’ll keep it safe until they come forward but within five minutes I make the call and it’s gone.

There’s always next time.


Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Tempest Rose. You can find the original piece on her blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.