Writing Prompt

Thick blonde hair smacked him in the face, its color radiant. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” the lady said to him. Sunny, he thought, bright, bubbly. She’s exciting. “Don’t worry,” he said, “it’s not every day you get whipped in the face by a pretty lady’s hair.” Her giggle was like the chirping morning birds. Smile so wide, she said, “That is so sweet.” She bought him a cookie, breaking off a tiny piece of ...

He tightened his grip on my hand, and I turned to look at him, momentarily lost in the soft golden warmth that radiated off of him.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a genuine smile- those always came so easily around him, regardless of my mood- and leaning closer into his side. I relished his warmth as the biting cold from the people we passed seeped into my skin. ...

I wouldn't meet his eyes. "Just a tall caramel frappuccino, please."

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was looking at me quizzically, not because of my order, but because of my avoidance to looking at him. He rolled his eyes and punched in my order. I handed him my card and he swiped it, handing it back. I cringed at the wet, oily substance on it. "Can I get a name for the order?"

"As...

I can never really begin to comprehend the day it began. The day my blissful ignorant humanity ended. The day I was forced to see things so dark that i shouldn’t. At the age of 12,I had attributed it to my imagination and the fact that I had watched too much cartoons and anime for a girl. But as I stand by the counter,waiting for my latte,the long years had taught me it was something much more.

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It was november when It happened. A flash of light from my ceiling and then a strange sensation. When if was over I was gifted an ability; One that I can only explain as orbs of light shining to represent another's intention. Strange, yet so appealing.

After the incident I went in my mothers room banging at her door saying " please, open up weird things are happenings" as she unlocked an emeral...

When I woke up one day

I could see people differently

That man - stay away!

He has bad written all over him

That smiling, cheeky girl

She is beyond happy

Loves life, loves the world

Wants to help the Earth

The old woman over there

Has helped a lot of people

Now smiling in a chair,

She takes a well-deserved rest

The guy sipping coffee

Is strong and determined

He was in the military

And has been...

Mary Clare was a clucking hen checking out storefronts, poking her beak and looking for bargains. Her kids, Mason and Jason, were betta fish swirling and sparring, as they followed their mom. Pearl rode her bike through the intersection. Mr. Jensen, the theatre teacher, a huge preening peacock crossed in front of her. Pearl swerved to avoid the high school teacher’s iridescent tail feathers. A cor...

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t judge someone by there outside appearance. Other people grew up learning this. Not me. Because that’s exactly what I can do. The people I see have a number one through ten. One being the most innocence, ten being the least. Most people I see have a three or five. But today, today I saw a man with a ghostly black number ten above his head. I follow him hoping ...

He was black

Which is sometimes a good color

For it brings out the light in others

But in this case it wasn’t like that

He was cold

He pushed away people he cared about

And never let his pain out

And so black was the color that showed

She was white

She seemed pure but sometimes

white shines to bright in ones mind

And blinds them from the spite

She wanted to fix him

But it only hurt her mo...

This book will explain how I used my 50/50 rule in building two plumbing service business and selling them to public companies. This rule can be utilized in almost any business or life experience.

Now a little about myself.

I was brought up in a wealthy family. My father owned a business and a lot of real estate.

Needless to say he liked his money more then his family.

One day my mother decid...