“Not going back in,” Ann mumbles.
“You gonna sleep in the rain? Go into town and get caught?”
Ann shrugs. “Better jail than there.”
“How is jail better than a cave with me?”
“Better’n THAT cave. Gotta bad feeling. Like it…”
I stare as Ann trails off.
“What?”
“LIKE IT WANTED TO EAT ME.”
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The homebrew cocktail of hormones flowed easily into their arm, a small burning sensation followed shortly by relief as the chemicals flowed through their veins, a small boost of euphoria mixed in to help ease the fear and pain of taking the illegal cocktail of medicines to keep their sanity.
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An HOA meeting at the Den of Thieves. "Welcome to the Den--"
"I'm no thief. I'm a professional. Call me a procurement specialist."
"OK. Welcome to--"
"We have trees. It's nicer than a den."
Ten bylaw comments later. "Welcome to the Megacomplex of Procurement Specialists."
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#hbp86 #vss365
"What's that?"
"Oh, don't worry none."
We moved quietly through the night, afraid to bring forest brigands upon us. Then it echoed around us. I jumped.
"That's just the merry band of outlaws. They sing nightly in caves for an added effect."
"Well, those harmonies are just criminal."
a notorious band of felons on the run for days
their minds sitting on the edge of madness
visions blurred materialized into caves
the barricade runs unaware that the devil waits in the wings stroking his whiskers between horn fingers, to collect bodies
sealing a pact for repugnant acts #hbp86
Thugs and politicians,
draped in scarred deceit.
Criminals crowned in silk and lies,
ruling from a cave of marble greed,
drowning in power,
fueled by green-stained hands.
#hbp86 #poetry
You’d said we’d be happy living in a fridge box, just we two. Taking in rocky walls, ceiling low, odd supplies-ℎ𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚.
“Let it ripen,” seeing your face #pucker. “They treat us like criminals,” you growled.
Yet we balked their plan. Our escape-your hand in mine.
#hbp86 #vss365
Sitting in darkness, they peered into the opening light of promise. Wind whistled through the silence until a rustle pierced the abyss of their souls. It's time. Together they would follow the sound until ribbons of blood circled the wrists of the one it bound and the shadows that never left. #hbp86
It was a very dangerous thing to do, spelunking without telling his parents, but they had enough bravery between the three of them that the skeletons didn't deter them.
Neither did the warning signs. All of them were old anyway so it didn't matter.
The first boobytrap certainly did, though.
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With only the blanket of stars lighting the way, she ran for her life. Seeing what looked like a campfire, she ran towards it, only to find an entrance to a cave with several masked men who stopped talking upon seeing her. A hand reached out, pulling her into what looked like an alien world.
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Where they cower as the forest grows dark and the real terror emerges. Their palms sweat gripping the sticks they gathered earlier for protection. Pupils dilate as the light fades... And that's all because @bsky.app doesn't have a generous character count for posts.
#hbp86 #read
Undercover agent 😼
In the secret cave den where criminals plot
One sneaky cat lives in a forgotten spot
He messes up their plans with his tail or paws
Infuriating those dangerous outlaws
They scream & complain & plot to kick him out
Underestimating feline wit, no doubt
#Poetry #hbp86 #hbp #cats
I feel a foreigner stepping into a den of criminals. A damp cave murky with secrets I have no desire to be initiated into, steeped in a language I cannot--do not want to--speak. One foot, another, and all eyes fixated on me as if they already know my plea: help. I need shelter. I need hope.
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In the cavern, thieves celebrated,
unaware of the strange
carvings glowing faintly.
One touched a gem-encrusted skull,
and the air grew rancid.
The symbols screamed—
spectral hands erupted from shadows,
dragging each thief into the stone itself.
#hbp86 #amwriting #writingCommunity #writersCommunity
Music swells as a glowing cave appears. The secret den once hosted criminals, but now entertains hope. Long after Marjorym’s thieves ghosted, the campfires yet dance, beckoning lost souls. Some call the vanishing a miracle, others a sign. They all agree: “Anahgorhk Forest is a magic place.” #hbp86
The littoral cave was only exposed at low tide, when it revealed a series of shelves used by a syndicate of criminals to store the goods they lifted from the richest before it could be used to further exploit the city population. To some, they were heroes. #hbp86
Within the cave where shadows creep,
And whispered plots in silence seep,
A blade does scrape, the fire wanes,
Its embers hum like ghostly chains
“Did you hear that?” a voice does say,
Yet silence steals the sound away.
A chilling breath, a world undone,
No trust beneath the blackened sun
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@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social They wandered through an emerald Eden. Their refuge, for trees don't condemn. Two criminals. He dared to exist. Her crime: loving him. Even the heavens wept for their fate and the rain drove them into a cave den. They kissed and forgot the world for a while🪽
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She hesitated at the mouth; it looked damp and cold. Rough, like the hands that guided her there.
He glanced back, a small smile ticking a corner of his lips up. “Something wrong, love?” He saw it in her eyes, her mind questioning how she ended up here. “You’re one of us now. An outlaw.” #hbp86
Apart from Grahame, but he'd gotten dripped on early on and it was all he could think of, sliding down the back of his shirt. The rest of us though, we were thinking about the stash. A stash of Saxon gold, Mousey had hit upon last week with his brand new metal detector.
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Dirty. That's the word. Dirty and dark, if you wanted two. They perfectly encapsulating the goings on in the cave just off the A47, Lowestoft end. Dark deeds of dirty people for dark and dirty dealings. 1/?
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"He’s so close to the Skin Caves he can smell the fetid stench of rotten flesh in the air. His entire body tingles with anticipation and nerves." #hbp86 #amwriting #writingprompts #writingcommunity
Imagine if you will a cave, a den for criminals. The entrance hidden by trees and dense bush and upon entering dark and forbidding. But whence wandering mere yards inside, iron pyrite on the walls illuminate by the glow of golden torches a welcome perch for wandering misfits needing respite.
#hbp86
How did I end up here? Must be a thought crime. Or maybe the little birdie I flipped. Maybe some opinion I hold..which by the way won't change. Here I am, in a cave den for criminals. Maybe I could make a break? Yeah. Nope. Got guards lined up at the opening. Everyone looks frightened.
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"Frankly, I think Caesar was manifested in a cave den for criminals," Tharra said. "He'd always given me that comic book villain feel."
"Though it was funny that he got butthurt when Jin called him a dingus," Amarula said.
Tharra smirked. "And I thought dork was more hurtful." #hbp86
The bandits came across a cave in the woods, and agreed it would make a great hideout. They didn’t see the mama bear and her cub sleeping deep inside. Only one survivor lived to tell the tale but lost the loot.
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Layla wrapped my injured leg tightly, hands covered in blood. "Why can't you be more careful, Tina?"
"Sooner I raise the money, the sooner you and I can leave this city," I chuckled, "besides, scars make me look cool."
Layla grabbed my shirt, "stay alive!" She mashed her lips against mine.
