[sysiphian]

“I need you.”

Character B stopped dead in their tracks. They’d been feeling mild distaste before, a trickle of aggregation. But now anger flowed through them like a flood of hot lava. A volcano about to bubble over.

Character B spun around

“No. No, you don’t. You just need someone to love you, to want you,” B spat, shaking under the weight of the feeling, “you’re so god damn used to a crowd fucking chasing after you that without them, you feel fucking worthless. So you came crawling to me for self validation. Because I’m so fucking pathetic aren’t I?” A crack in the ground, sizzle and burning rocks, “because you know I’ll always fucking love you. Because you know I’ll always worship you like you’re some fucking Old Testament god, like all your punishment and pain you inflict on me is fucking righteous.”

There was so much space between them. A chasm. One that Character A couldn’t reach across. So they stared at the wreckage they’d created, wide eyed, remorseful, their heart clenching painfully.

“But not anymore,” B whispered, turning their back on A, “not anymore.”

[sysiphian]

“I need you.”

Character B stopped dead in their tracks. They’d been feeling mild distaste before, a trickle of aggregation. But now anger flowed through them like a flood of hot lava. A volcano about to bubble over.

Character B spun around

“No. No, you don’t. You just need someone to love you, to want you,” B spat, shaking under the weight of the feeling, “you’re so god damn used to a crowd fucking chasing after you that without them, you feel fucking worthless. So you came crawling to me for self validation. Because I’m so fucking pathetic aren’t I?” A crack in the ground, sizzle and burning rocks, “because you know I’ll always fucking love you. Because you know I’ll always worship you like you’re some fucking Old Testament god, like all your punishment and pain you inflict on me is fucking righteous.”

There was so much space between them. A chasm. One that Character A couldn’t reach across. So they stared at the wreckage they’d created, wide eyed, remorseful, their heart clenching painfully.

“But not anymore,” B whispered, turning their back on A, “not anymore.”

[sysiphian]

“Hold me,” A begged, soaked in their own sweat and dismay and folly.

The outside was loud and angry and thunderous. Rain pouring down in slaps.

A was a collapsed monument on the floor, reaching their hands out like half eroded Greek statues, pleading, “please.”

B tried futilely with their eyes to find their lover in the wreckage. The bold, blossoming and vivid.

They could not.

And so turned away.

[sysiphian]

“You nearly died today.”

The hero shrugged, unsure of what they could offer them. The pretty, empty words, comforts, they’d all been said, proffered like banquets and always, always were snatched up and tossed aside. 

They decayed at their feet even now. Wilting lilac blooms.

“Do you even care?!” There was outrage in their lover’s voice, angry tears. A decade of repeat pain.

“You know that it’s necessary- if I don’t who will-?”

“That’s not the damn question I’m asking and you know that!”

But both of them already knew the answer. 

[sysiphian]

“Why’re you awake?”

A breathy laugh. Embarrassed. Drenched in self flagellation. “Because I’m afraid to close my eyes around you.”

[sysiphian]

A wondered if this was another dream another horror story that their mind had sadistically created, lovingly detailed to fit every infinitesimal dread. They had known. But also they hadn’t-not in reality. They had never been presented with the words. It had lurked in their mind, like a fetid shadow, a ghost ready to cut the strings. 

Mise en abyme.

B’s mask laid broken at their side, just like all the memories, their eyes an ice storm. Blase betrayal.

“Aren’t you going to shoot me?”

[sysiphian]

Writing Prompts #2

“Care to explain why there’s a naked body in our living room?!”

“No I don’t. But I suppose you’ll force me to answer anyways.”

—

“Let’s get out of here,” x begged, their voice full of fetid hope, “let’s leave. Just us. Just together.”

—

“He stood staring at his audience, a plastic smile on his face. He was born for this. A Barbie doll for the masses to dress up in their ideals.”

[sysiphian]

“Lie to me,” a heated whisper against their skin. Back against the wall. Cornered like a willing victim. The person in front of them was made of fire and the flames licked at them in the most devastatingly beautiful way, “Say you love me. Just for tonight. Just for this moment.”

[sysiphian]

Writing Prompts #1

1. They stared down at the gravestone with hardened hears. A smoldering cigarette butt and desolate skis; a whisper of dead dreams.

"Its better this way."

-

2. "I miss you."

"No, you miss the way I loved you."

-

3. "Do you think ever even think about me?" the voice was desperate, trying to prove a point they were terrified of, "Do you ever once stop and think- did you-you-."

Their only response was watery, tired eyes, staring at this mutual destruction.

[sysiphian]

You come home for thanksgiving but all the photographs are cracked. All the beds unmade. All the walls stained with cigarette smoke and forgotten dreams. You sit down to an empty table. The rocking chair creeks. At least there’s no shouting, no broken plates.  

You sigh, wondering why you thought it’d be any different this time around. 

[sysiphian]

A wondered if this was another dream another horror story that their mind had sadistically created, lovingly detailed to fit every infinitesimal dread. They had known. But also they hadn’t-not in reality. They had never been presented with the words. It had lurked in their mind, like a fetid shadow, a ghost ready to cut the strings. 

Mise en abyme.

B’s mask laid broken at their side, just like all the memories, their eyes an ice storm. Blase betrayal.

“Aren’t you going to shoot me?”

[sysiphian]

Writing Prompts #2

“Care to explain why there’s a naked body in our living room?!”

“No I don’t. But I suppose you’ll force me to answer anyways.”

—

“Let’s get out of here,” x begged, their voice full of fetid hope, “let’s leave. Just us. Just together.”

—

“He stood staring at his audience, a plastic smile on his face. He was born for this. A Barbie doll for the masses to dress up in their ideals.”

[sysiphian]

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[sysiphian]

“Lie to me,” a heated whisper against their skin. Back against the wall. Cornered like a willing victim. The person in front of them was made of fire and the flames licked at them in the most devastatingly beautiful way, “Say you love me. Just for tonight. Just for this moment.”

[sysiphian]

Writing Prompts #1

1. They stared down at the gravestone with hardened hears. A smoldering cigarette butt and desolate skis; a whisper of dead dreams.

"Its better this way."

-

2. "I miss you."

"No, you miss the way I loved you."

-

3. "Do you think ever even think about me?" the voice was desperate, trying to prove a point they were terrified of, "Do you ever once stop and think- did you-you-."

Their only response was watery, tired eyes, staring at this mutual destruction.

[sysiphian]

You come home for thanksgiving but all the photographs are cracked. All the beds unmade. All the walls stained with cigarette smoke and forgotten dreams. You sit down to an empty table. The rocking chair creeks. At least there’s no shouting, no broken plates.  

You sigh, wondering why you thought it’d be any different this time around. 

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