Writing Prompt

“I wish you would’ve killed me back at that tournament!” He exclaimed. Jira took a step back, “I could have, yes…but I didn’t” He said quietly, “I loved you too much to do it…” Kinnley took a deep, shaky breath. “Why? What is there to like about me?” He whispered, “Everything…I love everything about you”. Jira said slowly walking up to Kinnley. “Please get away from the cliff, Kin’ you’re scaring ...

(I had this prompt, rewrite a classic fairy tale as if it were in a different time, but I lost it soooooo. Yeah. This is it.)

She wore the hood like armor,

not for wolves,

but for stares on subway platforms,

for whistles like claws dragging behind her.

The forest was concrete now,

its paths split by neon signs

and alleys that didn’t ask questions.

Grandmother didn’t live in a cottage.

She live...

“I wish… I wish…”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

We’d been turning in circles for hours. She/he/they refused to admit it, but we were both falling w/ no return.

How the hell had this even happened? I knew her/his/their sexuality, but I couldn’t figure mine out, & I’d been slightly struggling w/ it for a while. I’d known for some time by now that I was panromantic as I noticed I was attracted to everyo...

Evelyn looked around at her tightly-knit group of four friends. They were all chatting happily without any sign of awkwardness, something she had only dreamed of in middle school. When there was a moment of quiet, it was comfortable, but not long. One of the friends would always have something to say, whether it was deep and philosophical or quick-witted and funny.

As Evelyn took a bite of her l...

“I wish… I wish…”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

His mouth fell closed. He stared, throat bobbing, I took a step back.

“Don’t soften the blow, don’t pretend that any of this mattered to you.” I turned and opened the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine then bustling through the drawers for a bottle opener.

“Sera can we please just-“

“NO!”

The drawer slammed shut and I pulled a glass from the hanging rack...

"I wish...I wish

"Don't you dare say it."

"I wish you would marry me!"

"What?"

"I don't care about this dumb argument. I only care about you."

"I care about you too. I don't even remember what we argued about."

"And I want to be with you for the rest of my life. “Will you marry me beautiful?"

"Oh my goodness! Yes!"...

“I wish… I wish…” I started, the fire in my eyes unmistakable.

“Don’t you dare say it!” Hissed Mom, staring daggers at me.

“Why?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and tightening my grip on my bag.

She pauses, tears filling her eyes. “Because sometimes you really do get what you wish for.” A single tear slides down her cheek and it’s then that I realize I know what I have to do.

I gulp before I mak...

"I wish... I wish..." she muttered, staring him down.

"Don't you dare say it!" he growled back.

"I wish you never existed," she cried with tears streaming down her face.

"No. Please," he muttered face distorting as he's pulled backwards through a portal that had ripped its way into existence.

"I'm sorry," she said, watching him disappear.

As soon as he was gone and the portal closed, she cras...

It was a dreary, foggy Tuesday in January, and Kenya’s mood directly coincided with

the weather outside.

Kenya, at the ripe age of thirty, was simply beautiful, with her cocoa butter toned skin, golden brown sister locks, and a smile

that could brighten up any room.

She was single, no children, and currently working as a new graduate nurse on her

“dream job” at the renowned Martinsville M...

I wish I wish

Don’t you dare say it

Oh but I will, I can’t write today.

What do you mean?

I can’t, I’m tired.

But you are writing!

It makes no sense at all

Geezzz….

I’m just keeping the prompt…

Oh gosh…

I told you I can’t write anything proper today.

Well, at least try!

It doesn’t work like that. Inspiration has a will of its own.

Uh….

It’s not a 9 to 6 job, you see?

But you’re a writer!

Sometim...