Prompt/Request: Make me feel with one line

I’m getting closer everyday to letting this world win.

Word Prompt: Migraine

Voices echo against the stillness around me, but I hardly notice. They’re no more than scarce whispers. Hushed lullabies when compared to the constant ringing in my head. In my ears. Blinding flashes akin to sudden shouts that make the back of my eyes protest until they’re forced to close. It’s reflex. And as I sit there, waiting for the dizziness to subside and sound to return, I realize that…

It’s nice to have a reason other than terror to shut my eyes.

Word Prompt: Tested

She breathed, slow and measured as thunder, testing how the world felt now that the tempest had gone and she’d weathered the wildness of it. She’d always been strong—enough to bend and twist over herself without snapping.

Stronger now though, to know that she could stand again after.

Scrawl

He wakes just past midnight, half-stricken, half-annoyed, as his thoughts excuse themselves from his mind. The nightmare is an old one. Its horror gone with the familiarity.

Yet, it still never fails to trick him in the wee hours before first light when he’s most vulnerable. When he turns, addled with sleep, only to find himself alone. No one to stroke his hair in comfort. No one to whisper in his ear or smile in his mouth.

Just the silence.

Cold and encompassing.

Prompt – Unchanged

Three words spoken, before I fold her into my arms, and still, the rain continues to fall; the light from the candles continue to flicker, spilling over wooden floorboards and old, familiar walls that remain unchanged, as if they haven’t just witnessed how the last few seconds have shifted my entire life into another course.

Word Prompt: Toxic

It’s harder than he expects — cutting out the tender, rotting pieces of him where he once allowed her to make a home. Strange that it should hurt, since she’s already migrated to another. Stranger, still, that he should falter over a relationship she threw away so easily. But there’s something profoundly sad about hollowness, and something frighteningly toxic about being the only one left behind.

Word Prompt: Anger

When her face clouds over and his voice gets trapped somewhere between the tightness of his throat and a swollen emotion he cannot name, all he can think about are words — and how utterly useless they are in the face of his own sudden, irrational desire to immolate this entire world to the ground… because how dare they make her look like this? What right do they have to make her mouth tilt into a pained grimace? Stocking stones on her back like she isn’t already staggering under the weight of what she carries.

Word Prompt: Love

He doesn’t think it possible for his entire world to break and remake itself within the span of an hour, but after a few heated confessions, here he stands — not new, but feeling very much like it.

Love is a peculiar thing.

He can hardly handle the enormity packed into the word. It’s overwhelming, like a flood of sunshine after a long night; yet it’s small as well, like the stars have all been packed into one person to shower them in brilliance.