Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really.
It was true he thought that the dark side was always going to be the more interesting side.
Dark sides intrigued him. His interest was such that he found himself incarcerated in this asylum with an open window on a half moon night.
In his head there danced the demons that enjoyed the space between his ears.
They urged him to commit no end of trivial nuisance things like pissing on the floor and to constantly bang on his door simply to attract the attention of the night staff.
Usually when he went too far it meant a strait jacket, and he didn’t like that sensation of being trussed up and restrained.
But it was the voices that most bothered him. Not always the same voice, some days a voice like that of his father, stern and authoritive.
Other days like today when the moon shone brightly in his night sky the voice was playful, urging him to play, to forget about his own discomfort, to make the most of the opportunity to be destructive but this voice scared him as he knew the consequences of going too far.
He’d found sitting below his window and looking up at the moon gave him a sense of peace as he rapped repeatedly on the floor.
He found himself floating into a space in which he could lose himself and indulge his mind in fantasy and escape.
All this was interrupted by the hands of the night duty nurses strapping him into the suit which he hated and him then fighting tooth and nail to avoid the strapping, promising the world if he could be let alone.
Hours later he awoke in the room with no end, a place he found devoid of all visual sensation which sobered him up in very quick fashion.
The voice in his head ridiculed him for being weak, for giving in, for getting them caught.
He thought for a moment there was some truth in what the voice said. He then vomited a black and green substance, his way of purging the demon, at least for the present.
Knowing freedom he closed his eyes and dreamed once again of the moon.
Written for: http://channing.info/wp/2015/08/24/kreative-kue-39/
Morpethroad 
Wow you are writing in the dark side. My favorite kind of story. Even though I am changing them to lighter stories now.
Thank you Tessa, some days it is where my muse takes me…
That is where my muse took me this morning. I had nothing to do with it. The story just flowed.
This is too much for me tonight–sorry.
Hi Val, I understand, if so moved leave it alone and get some rest….
Today has been hideous…
Sorry to hear that…..but tomorrow is a new day….
Thank you so much for taking part, Michael. I really, really like this story, and I can see I’m going to have to add you to my list of stalkees.
Thanks Keith, my pleasure and thanks for the welcome, enjoyed participating. Stalkees?
Waxing poetic again I see, Michael. You’re a brilliant writer you know. One day I’m falling off my chair laughing at your post, other days, like today, I’m checking the windows, the doors. The moon. 😀
Thanks Mandy, I like to keep you on your toes….
Loved how this simply flowed into such a powerfully written, darker side piece – such poetic hauntings and thoughts of minds locked within themselves. Brilliantly done Michael. 🙂
Thank you MJ, as always I greatly appreciate your encouraging comments.