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Rustknight
I simply enjoy writing.
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Room
If you are pretty bored, write about your room. Its details, history, and what secrets it holds within. A short story or poem will suffice. Have fun!
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Rustknight
• 32 reads

I Don’t Think He’s Coming Back

Old blue carpet, cleaned a thousand times too many.

Toys in their containers, mismatched but well loved.

A bunk bed for one, because up is the only place left to go.

A rocket ship in a painting, a reminder of fear overcome.

The flimsy half wood door slams, this time for good.

Sometimes, it is in the going where we find our true selves.

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First Love/Crush
We have all (if you are old enough) encountered our first crush, heartbreak, and maybe love. These instances have really impacted us. So, write a story or poem (real or made up) about one of the firsts, why they were attractive, and how it ended. No wrong answers, no limit on emotions, just the experience and feeling.
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How Arrogant

She was alone, and I thought she could use some company. Just a laugh or two, anything to make that forlorn aura dissipate.

Talks turned to walks, and walks into dates. I wore myself on my sleeves, and rolled them up while I pried into her most hated forms. She wasn’t so bad, not to me.

Time flew as I poured myself into her, our eyes locked, souls bared wide.

Or so I thought.

No, for she looked beyond, to a place where I no longer existed. A place where strife was an old friend, and lonliness preferable company.

Perhaps she wasn’t ready yet, or maybe she was - just not for me.

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Simple Love
The post must include the words, TRUST and GOODBYE in capital letters. Anything goes and don't forget to tag me.
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• 55 reads

Letter

TRUST,

It's your old friend here, reaching you the only way I can, but you know that. Who else still writes letters though? For that matter, who else even thinks of anyone anymore unless they need something...

There I go again, about to ramble on about things I don't know much about, and how could I? I was never around anyway. Still, it's my favorite thing.

I suppose it's the wondering, guessing, and most of all, hope of being wrong. It is for that reason I'm writing in the first place. For once, I wanted to be wrong.

Then it all came out, and what? Broken, gone? Well, yes. That's the way of things between us.

We all know that once you show up, it won't be long before I'm there as well.

Your Friend,

GOODBYE

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why do you lie?
ends day after valentine's day. can be love themed, or not. winner is whoever makes me feel the most. keep it short :)
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Rustknight
• 46 reads

Stone Heart

Dead branches of selfishness.

Oil of secrecy.

Rope and twine of the finest shame.

Bound am I by the trappings of jaded society.

When I was patient, nothing came. Do I not deserve pleasure - even a morsel of what I percieve others to have in their finest kodak moments?

Perhaps I do not, for it has been so long... and I no longer know what is right. I no longer know what I am, or who I wanted to be.

So bring now the fire, so that I do not have to see her cry.

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A *Really* Short Story
Write a 15 word short story.
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Bhut Down

I fell to the forest floor, where they gathered 'round whispering, "Bhut." Was I still?

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What is something you wish you could forget?
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My Heart’s Not Ready Yet

I wish I could forget my broken love.

I exist now in a void of monotony, and as much as I want to believe, I know the grass has long since withered.

Loathe I am to look, for perhaps it never grew at all.

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I wanna meet the gnarled, twisted bits of you.
I've been dealing with my depression by personifying it (like in "a conversation"). I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of making something more "alive," giving it more power almost, to make it easier to deal with. If you were to give them character or a face or a body, what would your mental illness/troubles/dark emotions be like? How would you interact with them? What would they do on a day-to-day basis? Written however you like, no limitations. Please tag me @wabisabi.
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The Big Sad

"I'm hungry."

Shall I make them laugh, then?

"I said, I AM HUNGRY!"

Alright... I'll start with a smile, that always reels them in. I'll ask them about their day, then tell them it will get worse and not to worry. I'll keep the smile so they know. They will laugh, they always do. They don't expect it. They open up for however short, and tell me about their day. I jest at their expense, or mine. Usually mine, for it is no great loss.

"Choice! Alas, it was just a taste. MORE! So dull, all of this! More Laughter!"

"None for you, though," he whispers in my ear, voice dripping with venom. "It will not reach you. It will never reach you, for I am so... so famished."

His grin permeates my being, and I know he is right. Sometimes I wonder who I am without him?

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What is your biggest flaw?
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Rustknight
• 66 reads

Opulence

I desire opulence from love. Let it not grow old, let it be rich and full of flavor.

It was in this thinking that I perished, and I never knew until your hand sought my form.

So it was patience then? Patience is my flaw.

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Embarrassment
What do you do when you're embarrassed? What does it feel like to you? I have a fun one for this, but my entry won't count in the end. Tag me!
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Rustknight
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Finally Human

It's a twinge - at first. The kind the starts with the separating of lips and ends with the errosion of my chest. I want to laugh, tousle my hair, and get out in front to take the jeers. With a shake of my head, I bow, and find a place among my forebears.

Hello everyone. Looks like I've made the cut.

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Dear Death,
Write a letter to Death. Make it hurt.
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Rustknight
• 77 reads

Sights

Death,

My rifle fell apart in the sand today. Again. I fell hard that time.

Not as hard as others.

I can still hear his voice, and hot breath pounding on my temple door. "Why do you go on?"

He can't hear me anymore, but you can. I go on for those that cannot.

The ones you took.

Yours Soon,

Me

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