Writing Prompt

I’m trying, I’ve tried, I’ll try. I really do, i really have, i really will. The thoughts dawned on me almost like when some one says ‘Oi move‘ and for seconds after you just have to think ´did i do something wrong, what did i do?ˋ even the thought of leaving this monstrous, comforting, terrifying, addictive situation makes me crumble into pieces. The pressure balance on top of my head like a pile...

The breeze rushed passed me, blowing my hair violently to the side as I stared. I looked out at the place I called home for so so long. A place I would now leave.

I admired the crumbling wood swing set, one swing somehow lower than the other. The ropes holding the rotten seats up were fraying. Each tiny strand breaking brought the set closer to death. I remembered standing on the swings for the f...

Silence, again. She sits on the edge of her bed staring at her phone screen. For the past 8 hours her anxiety has felt like bees. Bees living just below the surface of her skin, causing her to feel like her whole body is buzzing. Not her stomach but lower she also has the constant drum of unease. None of this is a feeling associated to the man, who has yet again, made her feel less than. No, this ...

She stared at him. The butterflies were dead inside. Her heart did not beat for him, instead it pumped for her actions to end it all.

Before she could stare at him and feel like an exited teenage girl with a heavy crush. The only heavy thing was the air. It weighed on her, not because she didn’t want to leave him. She’s been wanting to leave him for three months now. Quinn knew the plans she had ...

Still, the grim expression had not lightened on her face enough to satisfy him. He refrained from giggling at her obvious concern as he gripped her hand, “I’ve done this dozens of times, Kit. I’ll be fine.”

“I know, I only wish you wouldn’t run off so quickly. It feels as if you’ve only just gotten back from the last fight.”

“Well, if there were no men like me willing to fight this war, you would...

I sat cross legged on the rug of my childhood home. The house fell silent as the door clicked behind my family leaving ahead of me. I asked for some time to sit in this place alone for one last time.

This house was the foundation of every part of my life. This is the place I was brought home to as a new born baby. This is the place of the porch I stood on for every first day of school picture. Th...

Thank goodness for this prompt.

This is a true story and it’s happening as I write.

everything’s packed up.

every summer we’d visit this place

and it was hard to say goodbye.

but this is for real.

there’s no going back.

literally.

a neighbor I’ve known for three days came over to give me a gift.

a flower necklace wrapped in a handkerchief.

“you’re going to need it” she told me.

i tried to te...

My thumb wipes away the shedded tears that splashed onto the framed picture, a happy memory of my siblings and I. The memory quickly resurfaced, the heat of July as our small family gathered in the backyard, smoking meats fills my nose as dad stood over the grill, while my twin brothers chasing me around the sprinklers, the water cooling us down.

“Kids come eat!” Mom shouts from the patio’s tabl...

I want you so bad but I can’t have you. Your going to move away and call someone else home. I wish you could lay in my arms like you let your friends do. I wish it was possible. Your so sweet and I’ll never forget you and your voice. I just wish we could have shared a lifetime together....

Belleza, porque te alejas tanto de mi, si yo tanto te amo, eres lo mas importante para mi en mi vida. Cada día que pasa te siento mas lejos, siento que lentamente lo pierdo todo, gracias a tu ausencia, todo me falta.

Llegaste a mi desde temprana edad, trabajé contigo y me acostumbré a los privilegios que tenía contigo. Ahora siento que cada día que pasa tengo que aprender como la demás gente sie...