meme prompts from media

"we were born from the sea, and to the sea, we all return."

"you have drowned and returned to us. what is dead can never die."

"the music floated up the winding tower steps, found me in my bath, supped with me at dusk, and stole into my bedchamber even when i latched the shutters tight."

"the slender pillars looked like fingerbones, and the blue veins in the white marble brought to mind the veins in an old crone's legs."

"i am the sword in the darkness."

"i have dreamed the same dream, of the red comet in the sky."

"words are wind. they cannot hurt you. let them wash over you."

"i'm going to fight with lance and sword and morningstar."

"the night is dark and full of terrors."

"it feels like i'm flying."

"in the wolf dreams, i am swift and strong, running down my prey with my pack at my heels."

"the path of faith is a crooked one."

"i can smell the sea through the open window."

"suffering is everywhere...and grief, and death."

"i prefer you dappled in sunlight, with water beading on your skin."

"you've become a ghost of what you are."

"your words do little to soothe my fears."

"a dark angel walks through life beside us. when our sins and sufferings grow too great to be borne, an angel takes us by the hand to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright."

"that is nymeria's star, burning bright. it reminds me of you. she burned as bright as any man."

"the chanting filled the woods like pious thunder."

"listen to the waves."

"you are chasing after something you cannot catch."

"the woods are so beautiful in autumn."

"it is time you put your burdens down, but i will suffer no slights to mine honor or your person."

“you threw me out a window!”

“dream me a solution.”

“i am attracted to you like a heart attack.”

“you must be easy prey to propaganda.”

“so many of the world’s problems were solved by sheer human decency.”

“i want to feel awake when my eyes are open.”

“it’s not my job to tell other people’s secrets.”

“sleep is clay in my fingers.”

“i think i’m very sensible.”

“i will burn you down.”

“i am a figment of your imagination.”

“i’m never drinking again.”

“look at all the potential you hold within yourself.”

“you’re going to have to be brave.”

“i want to know why you can’t kiss me, and i don’t want a lie this time.”

“our hearts must grow resolute, our courage more valiant and our spirits must be great.”

“your smile is like a tiny secretive thing, like a bird peering from branches.”

“fuck the past. this is the present.”

“i am being perfectly fucking civil.”

“clear your mind of whimsy.”

“i can’t trust my eyes.”

“i am your shadow. i’m the spit you swallow. i’m the cough that keeps you up at night.”

“careful, chickadee. i bite.”

“if you’re doubting me, i don’t see why you’re here.”

“kissing’s a lot like laughing.”

“did you open the window to let out the soul?”

“i have your confession here. let me read you what you said in it.”

“i must resist melodrama.”

“what hope of answer or redress?”

“the wages of sin is death.”

“do you like riddles?”

“what did you dream last night?”

“i want to hear anything you may tell me. the small details of life often hide a great significance.”

“what mysteries remain to be revealed in the spirit and body; structured of material and ethereal?”

“i thought my dead friend spoke to me.”

“why are you skulking around like some tamed wolf?”

“i think that is the silliest thing i have ever heard.”

“in that moment, it felt like Death stood behind me, arms wrapped around my body and kissing my neck. i felt horror, but also a strange longing.”

“i tried to pray, but the words could not come.”

“i repent my wickedness with bitter tears.”

“fear is a remarkable aphrodisiac.”

“you’re such a conceited little troll.”

“it is a puzzle i cannot guess.”

“you’re talking back. i am sick of your insolence.”

“i would scarcely eat two bites of breakfast.”

“they will not trouble you.”

“if i look back, i am doomed.”

“some might wonder why a duck can talk at all.”

“hold your tongue and open your eyes.”

“i’ll throw a slipper at your head if you say that again.”

“are you craven? i had not heard that of you.”

“you are insolent. i like that.”

“wash your food down with wine and savor every bite.”

“will the old gods hear me if i pray?”

“it’s a dangerous thought i regret at once.”

“when you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.”

“is this a jape?”

“give me the wisdom to know what must be done and the courage to do it.”

“the only time a man can be brave is when he’s afraid.”

“humans live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow.”

“tell me all the things that make you happy, all your sweetest memories.”

“never wound a foe when you can kill them.”

“this mummer’s show has gone on long enough.”

“i think that’s enough sufficient wisdom for the moment.”

“of all my failures, none haunt me so much as that.”

“my name is [name here]. you have to know your name.”

“i feel reborn, as if a festering boil has been lanced and now at last i can begin to heal.”

“even weeping, you have a strength in you.”

“am i dreaming? am i having a premonition?”

“i plan each life to do good, to help others.”

“why does everyone need a mark to advertise what they’ve accomplished? what if i don’t want to live to their standards?”

“that is the gift with this life. to see all the wrongs i have caused to happen to others.”

“you look like shit.”

“excuse me, but i would like to dig their grave.”

“there was always a stench that lingered in the air when conflict was happening.”

“i haven’t kept a single one of my promises.”

“breathing in, i feel a touch of winter in the air.”

“forgive me what i must ask of you.”

“are they trying to turn me into some sort of sacrificial lamb and bow down?”

“my imagination often played out memories in my head.”

“i feel that the hate in the world is multiplying.”

“you just listen to what you want to hear.”

“what are you doing?”

“you deserve better than that.”

“look, they gave us chocolate.”

“i don’t want another birthday. i’ve had more than my fair share.”

“is destiny punishing me?”

“don’t ignore me.”

“you don’t owe me anything.”

“rest. drink plenty of water.”

“monsters, monsters, big and small. they’re gonna come and eat you all.”

“it was an order bought and paid for with blood and fear, but order all the same.”

“weakness invites a knife.”

“most people just want to escape, and stories are the easiest way to do that.”

“the melody thrums through muscle and bone, filling me with life.”

“hush, we have to be quiet.”

“you are not a monster.”

“do you plan to shoot me?”

“my purpose is not to bring peace, only penance.”

“i’m sorry. i have no choice.”

“your shadow doesn’t have a life of its own, and your soul doesn’t glow red.”

“you’re going to have scars.”

“i need you safe. there is too much to lose.”

“i wish we could go back instead of forward.”

“why would you even want to be human? we’re fragile, we die.”

“they’ll sing you a song and then steal your soul.”

“try not to piss off anyone else.”

“i confess, and then sink to my knees.”

“stay alive. the same way i stay human. one day at a time.”

“together, we will do great things. but first you must atone for your sin.”

“i’m not afraid of the dark.”

“i should kill you now, but it would be a kindness.”

“nobody gets to stay the same.”

“it’s going to be okay. close your eyes. tell me where you are.”

“i made my eyes wide and flat, like an owl’s in torchlight, and i said i have repented in bitter tears, and am now a changed person.”

“it’s a strong word to have attached to you. it has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase.”

“amnesia itself may be in effect a sort of dreaming in reverse, a drowning of recollection, a plunging under.”

“when i have seen the pure white clouds billowing in the sky after a rain, i used to think that it was as if the angels themselves were hanging out the washing.”

“the road to death is a lonely highway.”

“the moths flutter around you. can you feel the soft touch of their wings; doesn’t it feel like the brushing of silken lips?”

“it’s as if she’s drawing his energy out of him - using his own mental forces to materialize the figures in her story.”

“i wish it was not so damnably hot and humid.”

“among the sentimental and superstitious, it is counted a mark of dishonour not to have heard the deceased speak.”

“don’t you have anything better to do? you’re not paid to stand there and gawp.”

“it is not the question of your guilt or innocence that concerns me.”

“you were certainly in a troubled state of mind.”

“it is dangerous to contradict mad people.”

“i hear a strange noise. it’s as if someone was beating on a wooden drum.”

“there was a great deal of quiet weeping.”

“you have such dark eyes, they burn right into me.”

“have you been travelling very much?”

“the unknown is always more wonderful to me than the known, and more convincing.”

“if people wish to believe a thing, and long for it, is it cheating to help them to their own belief?”

“please don’t make fun of me.”

“i thought you might care to dine with me, as a poor recompense for all the efforts you have made on my behalf.”

“i am in a agony of nerves every day that you are away from me.”

“a good hymn tune or ballad is uplifting to the spirits.”

“underneath my show of happiness, i was very downhearted.”

“i am lonesome. understand it means a state of being apart. of being other. alone-some.”

“look at all the potential you hold within yourself!”

“you don’t have to be ashamed.”

“please don’t have mercy on me ; i’m afraid i’m too terrible.”

“are you pigs, then? or are you men?”

“even if they were not a spider in a dazzling web, would you be willing to go to prison for the satisfaction of killing them?”

“did you never eat your greens?”

“you scared the shit out of me.”

“something’s scraping on the door. can you hear? it sounds a dry, thin, noise, like paper tearing. a claw. a nail.”

“are you just trying to make me angry?”

“what the fuck is wrong with your face?”

“are you trying to tell me you don’t like what i’ve done with the place?”

“you’re a strange little thing, like one of them ants. carry ten times their own weight.”

“i left bloody fingerprints on the surface, but there was something satisfying about that.”

“humans are so circular. they live the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning.”

“i used to dream of death.”

“i had sung every song i knew so many times soundless, while i lay sleeping with that coffin lid on my face.”

“the church doesn’t feel empty. it feels claustrophobic with the scent of incense, vases of foreign lilies, realms of white cloth, and the broken gaze of a sorrowing Christ.”

“you’ll wait in the darkness. if i vanish, you’ll have to find your way out of here sightless.”

“you must come visit me. we will mince along the old tracks of time for nostalgia’s sake.”

“you are quite a firecracker.”

“my name means that of all women; sorrow.”

“there are things sleeping under these mountains. some of them you want to stay sleeping.”

“don’t give me that vacuous stare.”

“when people are too close to me, their auras touch me, and if too many do, it confuses and makes me what doctors have foolishly called anxious.”

“life is only a thread tethering soul to body, and once you know how to find it, it is as easily plucked as a flower.”

“i know there’s no paradise waiting for us.”

“the beasts are coming for you.”

“i would never mock you. especially when there’s a stabbing risk.”

“people with secrets shouldn’t make enemies.”

“having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands.”

“wasted flesh, wasted pain, and more blood to walk through.”

“her family history was potholed with madness.”

“she had no intention of being the latest in a string of prophets locked away in asylums.”

“she had assumed that she would feel a corruption on him, and that her soul would cry to the killing like a lightning to a rod.”

“they’d been waiting for the dream to visit her. hoping for it. vultures, hungry for scraps of her terror.”

“his pain was undisguised, so raw it made her own pain sing straight to the surface, pure enough for tithing.”

“in a blatant breach of hospitality laws, there was no chocolate.”

“she lapsed straight back into that otherworldly raving, the sound of which, the driver would later claim, tore at his very soul.”

“make things easy for me, and i’ll make things easy for you.”

“there are maps in me but i am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.”

“will you choose to stay and be devoured with the sinners when the rest of us rise?”

“the burn of mortification was like passing through a field of nettles, a thousand small pains merging into a haze.”

“in that moment, she could have believed that she was a neek-neek, sting and all, and woe to lion-sized dogs and beefy bullies who stood in her way.”

“you said i would be worshiped as a god!”

“oh hurt me, torment me, but whatever you do, please oh please, don’t give me peace!”

“he slumped as if his legs couldn’t hold him, pain and rage and impotence congealing on his countenance.”