Writing Prompt

As I strut into the local bar a whiff of cigarettes and beer hits me. Very romantic for a first date. I scan the room full of country men and tired women. To my surprise, I don’t see a brunette, blue eyed handsome young man. I look down at my watch. 10 minutes late. How can he be more late than me? Did Christian stand me up? He wouldn’t do that. I think? It’s been a year since my divorce and I can...

I didn’t want to go on any dates in the first damn place, and I told Jenny this. I suck at relationships. When Lee passed, I decided to accept that this was the end of my love life. And, hey, I’m 75 years old. I don’t look 22 anymore. My hair is gray; my tits are sagging, and my skin is no longer taut. I’m old. I’m no longer considered dateable or fuckable.

But Jenny tricked me into it. She sugg...

Ava’s phone buzzed.

Her Lyft driver was outside. Not Uber. Her account was banned on Halloween because of a guy she hasn’t spoken to since he left her apartment the next morning.

She glanced at her roommate’s Smirnoff bottle on the bar trolley, shrugged, and took a large pull.

Thought for a moment.

Took her nearly empty water bottle and added what she would guess to be 2 shots to it.

Much ne...

I check my appearance one more time in the cars rear view mirror. I should’ve slept more but i couldn’t, i’ve been anticipating this date all week. even though i know this guy back from college, i can’t help but feel excitement. i apply my lipstick generously and wink at myself in the mirror before texting him im here and exiting the car.

The cool air hits my skin and goosebumps appear, maybe i s...

Sommething different, yet all familiar. It was like she had been there before. With him. In a different time. She tried so hard to remember but nothing seemed to ffit. So many quesstions. She didnt feel scaried though she felt like she ought to be. She felt comfortable, safe, perfect, as if she finally got it right and was “home”. She shook the feeling andd toldd hersself to get it together. It w...

There were many ways Khadija could explain why she’d never noticed, never figured it out until that very first date.

Of course, in hindsight, it seemed insanely obvious and slightly silly. So, to make herself feel better, she’d tell herself that it was understandable, excusable even, since she was:

1) dealing with the worst friendship breakup she’d had in a long time. The last one had been in p...

Chapter 1: Emails

It was October first, and I was home alone sitting on my couch. My parents had a party to go to so that’s why I’m home alone. I scrolled through my DMS and found one from a man who lived close to me.

“Hi, I’m Noah, I like in Nashville Tennessee. I am 20 years old and am looking for a pizza pal!”

I read more of his bio and he seemed like a perfect match. I sent him a...

After all these years I got to see her again, but as much as I would like things to be ad simple as they were a few years back, they just couldn’t. We changed. A lot more than what I wanted to admit. I can’t even start to imagine what kind of stuff she was put through while she was away. How much those experiences had shaped her way of seeing the world. I always had the idea that the nicest people...

Have you ever received a random text message from someone? Someone you couldn’t pinpoint and did not want to be identified? I am sure you have, and so have I, but what made these messages different was how thoughtfully and flirtatiously curated they were, to the point where I look forward to them every single day.

After a month of conversing with this mystery person, we finally decided to take i...

I cant put into words what’s different about him. What’s changed. My eyes search his face, his stare. His mouth when he curls the corners of his lips in an all knowingly smirk. Flirtatious. Cute. His hand as it lays on the beautifully decorated table, face up. His palm showing, beckoning. What about the other hand? Is he holding something? Probably his cellphone.

Is he trying to throw me off? H...