Writing Prompt #53
“The thing is, I’m still kind of afraid of the dark.”
“Trust me, the dark is more afraid of you.”

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Writing Prompt #53
“The thing is, I’m still kind of afraid of the dark.”
“Trust me, the dark is more afraid of you.”
Dialogue Prompt
"I'd run before they get here."
"What about you? Will you be okay?"
"I'm sure we'll see each other again some day. See you."
"To be alone was my best interest because needing myself was looking for you"
-Nicola An an excerpt
The F Word Is “KILL.”
Written by Me, Jake Nielson
I wanted to fuck myself.
But you know what they told me?
They said, “Hey man, that’s not safe.”
I said, “What d’you mean?”
They looked at me, and they said to me, they said “That’s not fair. It’s not fair to your family, friends or loved ones. What will they do if you fuck yourself?”
“Well they sure won’t have any grandkids”, I said.
Yeah, I wanted to fuck myself.
ULTIMATE BLISS RIGHT?
I mean, isn’t it the whole reason we’re here? To fuck?
When I really tried to fuck myself, I mean really tried,
They grabbed me!
They locked me away, drugged me, forced me to isolation,
and they questioned me, they asked me, “Why?”
I looked at the woman who was asking me all these questions and I said back to her,
“Do you want me to fuck other people? What’s your problem lady?”
I just wanted to fuck myself.
People do it all the time!
Everyday, in every city, someone is fucking themselves.
So why can’t I?
My website!
JAKENIELSON.NET
Anticlimactic
When his girlfriend slapped me with her bleeding cheek and yelled through bound teeth, I felt nothing. I padded home in the sunlight of a late spring evening with my heart still quiet and my skin still gaping. When he was convicted of manslaughter in the most violent degree, he was led through prison doors to sit on a cot. He just sat there, and I just sat here. There should be more of an ending, but there isn't.
You turn the splinters beneath my skin to winter's glow and my soul feels lighter than snow angels- there are halos holding my heart together.
Home Sweet Hole
Cross my heart, I don't want to die But heaven knows it seems like I try. Lost in a labyrinth for weeks on end. I live and I learn from my mistakes, then I forget them again. Got a feeling in my stomach that just won't quit. It's subtle as a shotgun. Heavy as a brick. Because I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is, He's a lot more familiar than I'd care to admit. If only I could focus, Maybe if I could see. If I didn't know any better, I would say he looks just like me. The roof is crashing down, the walls are caving in. We discover all your stories are just works of fiction. The roof is crashing down. The truth is spilling out. Oh shit, I've done it again. I'm in way too far in over my head. Crossed the line, So many times, That I don't even know what it stands for. Home sweet hole, just be careful what you wish for. Home sweet hole, just be careful what you say.
Cliche
There are no combination Of twenty six parts Of the alphabet that could Ever explain the beauty Of you, even mirrors Reflect dim shadows; Grey clouds suffocating A brilliant sun. Yet when I Gaze upon your sight, your Beauty blinds in shimmering Light.