It wasn't long now. It wasn't long till the darkness comes over. She was underwater held by a hand to keep her from thrashing or coming up for oxygen. The image of a bullet flying and hitting her in the skull sounded appeasing. She wanted that,had prayed for hours to be assaulted,repraved and shot in the head. Rese was drowning. She hadn't learnt how to hold her breathe for long yet. It's been six months now. A regular routine that she wasn't accustomed to. It wasn't long now.
Pondering over what to write about,what magical word to just wisp out of thin air. I needed to create a word but nothing was making sense in my head. It was random. When I got a word in my head it was out of nowhere and at the moment I was staring at a calendar, thinking.
To be repraved means to be free from one's mind. From the cage of one's mind/thoughts.It took me hours to figure something out. To fit one and two together. Creating a new word wasn't as easy as I thought it'd be. Hell, I never thought it was going to be easy. It was tasking and fun in a way.
Is there a way to turn off one's mind? Stumbled upon
@galenkp 's post and decided to try out the wordvention