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Ensnared

March 17, 2012 90 comments

"Ensnared" ~ by Adriana Seserko
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The following prose was inspired by a visit to Victoria’s Liv2write2day’s Blog with a writing prompt topic of addiction, challenging the writer to perhaps enter the mind of an addict and see what happens.

 

Ensnared…

 

Where am I?  How did I get here?  How did it come to this?  Must find a way to break free of these binds in my mind and my body.

Too tired to think.  No need to think for yourself.  I will be your thoughts.  Feel the need inside you grow. That familiar feeling.  I’ll keep you safe and warm.

No. Look around.  I don’t know where I am.  How did I get so entangled?

Breathe in the familiar fog.  Breathe out all your thoughts.  Soon we will be in that familiar place, alone and safe from those who do you harm.  You’ll be free.

No.  Must stay awake and think.

Thinking is so very hard.  So very tired you are.  You need to let go.  You need to surrender.  Drift off into your special place we’ve been so many times before.  Drift off and leave all your thoughts behind.

No. My family… my friends…

They are not here.  They cannot help.  They do not help.  Only I can help you, save you from the pain.  I can take it away.  Let go, and let that familiar craving take over.  Your thoughts are mine, and you cannot resist the feeling.  Surrender and fall there.

But…

No need for your own thoughts.  My thoughts are all that matter.  No one else makes you feel like I do.  Surrender your will and you will fly with me.  Resistance is so difficult.  Feel yourself surrendering to my power over you, and how it makes you feel good all over.  You want me, you need me, you crave me…

So tired…

Yes, so very tired.  You deserve to escape from all that makes you tired.  I can give you the rest you need, the rest you deserve.  Surrender to the feeling and let me take you to that special place where no one can reach you, hurt you, trouble you.  Only I can take you there.  Only I can make you feel that way.

Too tired to fight…

Yes, too tired to fight.  Too weak to fight.  No will to fight.  No need to fight.  Only the feeling I give you – it’s what you need, what you desire, what you crave.  Surrender is pleasure.  You are addicted to the pleasure that I give.  You do not need anything else but me.  I am your alpha and your omega.  Now surrender to the feeling. Surrender.  You must surrender.

Just a little pin prick…

Yes.  So very nice.  Let the feeling take you over.  Sleep my pet, while I stitch a few more strands to secure your body and your mind to me.  Just a few silken threads to connect you with me…

 

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Following is a song by Sarah McLachlan called Angel. The song was written about Jonathan Melvoin, a touring keyboard player in Smashing Pumpkins who died of a heroin overdose in 1996.  Click on the link to hear the song. The lyrics appear below.

Angel – Sarah McLachlan

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
in this sweet madness
Oh! This glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

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Fantastically Frivolous Fun

October 24, 2011 44 comments

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I was casually reading through some blogs I frequently visit when I came across a Monday Morning Writing Prompt on Victoria’s blog, challenging all comers to write something with alliterations. I love alliterations, though the temptation to overuse them can quickly turn a fun piece of writing into something cheesy.  Ha!  I am the master of cheesy. So, without further ado, I present to you my submission both illustrated and alliterated…
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Fall – filled with foliage freely flaunting a flamboyant final farewell,

Furtively forecasting a frosty future from fronts fast approaching.

Fragile and frail, flora once full-bloomed and fragrant, fades flimsily.

 

Feathered fowl in formation flying in from afar.

 

Freely floating and flapping, friskily foraging for food.

 

Fine furry friends finding first-rate refreshment  so fulfilling and favorable.

 

Fortunately for fellow followers, Phil’s fall frolic is finished.  A fond heart-felt farewell for my friends following faithfully.

Fondly,

Phil

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