Writing Prompt

My Ma and Pa had never really had much of anything. They taught us that all we needed was each other’s love.

My house my may broken and empty, but it’s really the adventures that keep you afloat.

I’ve had many adventures here. Like falling on my knees and scraping them, hearing chilling noises during the night, but this isn’t the best of my adventures. Let me tell you about the time I almost d...

Matt looked out the window of his parents second floor apartment with his brother Will. He was day dreaming of what his day would be like if his family was rich. They lived in a small apartment in the poor side of town where crime was rampant and drugs was sold on the corner like lemonade at stands in the suburbs, but it also provided the opportunity for adventure even it was just going down to th...

Mom said after they dropped the bomb, survivors spent years underground.

We lived in a three story apartment building. It was over 200 miles from where the bomb went off. It was mostly gutted from looters. People were very thorough, as this was one of the few ways to make money when people resurfaced from underground. The building was painted reddish brown. The windows were all blown out from t...

This low key reminds me of my house back in Bangladesh so here’s a story from one of my holidays there.

I sighed softly to myself as I walked around the house.

I’m so bored, I thought to myself.

I couldn’t play with my rabbits because they died last week because someone had put them outside in the sun for too long. It was my grandma. She tried(and failed) to blame it on me.

I looked ou...

Watching from the hole where a window should go. He wondered what it would feel like to have a friend. He had never been carefree. His father drank too much and too often took out the anger drinking brought on his mother or him or both. If he thought hard, he could remember his mother’s smile but it had disappeared a long time ago. Now, she was an obedient shell who jumped at her own shadow. He ti...

He asked himself , when did I eat last? Can’t remember, he mutters to myself. Mom brought me some potato chips, 2 bologna sandwiches and 2 small bottle waters. She told me she’s going away for a while, but she will be back.

It’s almost 6 days and no mommy!! Where did she go? Is Mama coming back? I live in a condemned building.Alone with the roaches.

.I ate those bologna sandwiches.Now in my tummy....

My family isn’t rich but then again we aren’t poor. Our house may be scarce but we dont need a lot of furniture. I share a mattress with Elena and Jacob, my siblings. We’ve had this sleeping set up ever since we were three under three. Ma and Pa also share a bed so everyone’s happy since we all have to give a little.

The dog sleeps outside on the front doorstep. He guards our door that has no lo...

I stare out the gaping excuse for a window and trudge towards it. The cold breeze from outside hits me calmly, swirling my brown hair up behind me, and I can see it did the same to my sister beside me. Cindy and I have always had a love-hate relationship with this house. A burning love, fueled purely by memories, and a hate that leaks through the walls like a rusty water pipe. Standing here, I can...

I often peer out from here

Where the star are even clearer

This is my heart and it is my fear

No one will hear screaming

This balcony has caught fire too many times

From it unbalanced and unprotected

No matter if I say truths or lies

Words spoken cannot resurrect it

From the shattered parts, I rebuild and attempt to forget

I hope to make it through

I just wish I knew

If I **will make it my best...

I gather dust

In my fingertips

Nails clawing at the split paint

A greyhouse raring to go

The sun beams

dazzle and burn my eye lids

like a dream that won’t let go

I can see Old Retired

still a young man

poised with ambition

toes curling

on the precapise of excitement

Boyish ignorance

doesn’t know the grip

of alcohol and chemicals

that will fracture and crack

Old Retired’s crow lines

and brok...