Writing Prompt

I arrive at the coffee shop five minutes past 4 p.m. I’d love to blame traffic, but the truth is—I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go on this date. It’s been three months since the worst night of my life, and “getting back in the saddle” was the last thing on my list.

The bell over the door trills, and it feels like every pair of eyes turns my way. I wonder if they’ve seen the YouTube video too. Las...

I don't remember much about how I'd gotten here in the first place. All of my days had started to fade into each other.

Wake up. Make coffee. Drive to work. Work. Drive home. Sleep.

Day after day after day after day.

Voices meshed into white noise, and anything else was just a less recognizable static. So it really wasn't that unsurprising that the first words that tumbled out of my godforsaken us...

Oh wow, you look familiar. You changed a lot. What happened?...

You never get a second chance at a first impression, right? Wrong! In fact, first impressions can lead you to believe that a person is an ill intentioned individual with road rage. But in actuality, they are experiencing a human emotion on the extreme side of the spectrum. Who knows, maybe they just found out their significant other of three years is cheating in them, and they don’t know how to ad...

He orders whiskey neat. He doesn’t ask what I want, just glances at me with a tilt of his chin, like he already knows.

He’s dressed sharp—black button-down, sleeves rolled, a watch that probably costs more than my rent. Everything about him feels curated. I can’t decide if I’m flattered or on edge.

“You always pick rooftop bars?” I ask, half teasing, half curious.

He smiles, slow and slanted. “...

Blue eyes, so ordinary, so common. Yet as I looked at my current phase, I find myself trying to wonder where I have seen the exact same shade before. His eyes skim through the menu, thoroughly. The menu shielding most of his face, leaving only his hooded eyes in view. Cornflower blue skimming through each word; going right to left then right to left. No words has been uttered since we’ve been sat ...

Delicate, translucent white curtains billowed gracefully from the grand sash windows, framing an exquisite panorama of the sprawling Baldasonie Estate. She stood enveloped in a serene silence, her gaze lingering fondly on the radiant glow that enveloped the morning sky in a warm, golden embrace. The soft, ethereal light danced playfully above the rugged peaks of the mountains, weaving a spell that...

(Ignoré un poco demasiado el prompt, sorry)

Me ajusto mi vestido por quinta vez en los 10 minutos que llevo esperando. No debería estar tan preocupada o nerviosa como lo estoy. Esta es mi primera “cita” en meses, tal vez años, pero no puedo echar esto a perder con mi imaginación sobreactiva.

Llevo ya medio vaso de agua, de esos de los que te dan de cortesía en los lugares elegantes, cuando mi oj...

While on your date you see someone who looks framiliar. “Why does he look like someone I’ve seen before!?” I thought to myself. He looked at me noticing my confused expression in my eyes. “Anything wrong sweetheart?” He said with a soft smile. “Oh it’s nothing you just look kind of framiliar.” You said faking a soft smile. Something about him looked so off, it wasn’t his style, his looks, or perso...

This date has been great so far! She’s very open to being committed and is ok with people knowing about us! She knows what she wants and I love that. Towards the end of our date, we were both a tad drunk. Getting a our desserts she starts talking of her struggles in highschool.

“I didn’t know I was queer in highschool!” She laughed a little then frowned, she continued

“I use to bully this uh.. ga...