Writing Prompt

After Enja had stormed out of the room, it became eerily silent. The only sound one could hear was the fire place. Ellora stood still, staring at the now closed door. Would Enja ever forgive her? Regret filled her heart. Her eyes began to sting and in a blink of an eye, she let herself fall down to her knees. Heavy sobs broke trough the quiet room.

Ellora had always been a strong woman. But now?...

“ Hey. Are you single?”

Said Cain.

He was a stranger at the time, no less of a person to me.

I found his straightforwardness endearing, so I accepted him.

Eight years now we’ve been married, and life couldnt be more of a hell hole.

Andduhhhh

GUYS IM SO SORRY IM SO TIRED GET PART TWO LATER))...

“Have you heard the story of the moons?” 

Dare groaned, lying back on the mat and pulling the blanket over his head. “I don’t want some story!”

Sim yanked the blanket off, turning to face the healer. “I haven’t.”

Dare sat up. “How have you _not?”_

Sim glared at him until he broke eye contact. The healer laughed softly. “Do you mind if I tell it, then?”

Sim nodded eagerly, and Dare sighed. “Fine.”

...

Just a warning this has graphic mentions of weight and bmi

Kg

To

Lbs

Ft

To

Cm

BMI

To

Diagnostic criteria’s

This is all

I

Fucking

Think

About

Bodybuilding, cause that’s better than starving

But if both are centred around cutting board six pack stomachs

Am I really leaving these mistakes behind?

Numbers dictate everything, goals

38

43 will do

45 thank god I’ve scraped that megre figure

Protei...

This twin sized bed seems too small

Im suffocating in shrunken sheets

My lips find themselves pressed on the wall

Muscles remember where your face used to be

I’d forgotten that I am afraid of the dark

You held me inside of it for so long

Your absence has left a fatal mark

In the back of my mind like a ghostly song

I squeeze a pillow against my chest

Trying to pretend it is someone who cares

But ...

Although there’s no real way to reach you

If I put it in a poem

Dare I dream you’ll find it one day

Each word’s pieces of my heart I’ve

Named in each beginning letter...

I want to be happy for you

I do

The ring on your finger

And a finger running through her hair

While you stare into her eyes

It’s great to see you happy

But I wish those eyes were mine

The only arms I ever felt truly safe in

Keep someone else warm tonight

Your smell wore off my clothes years ago

But now and then I catch a whiff

In a corner shop

And stop

Because I’ve forgotten how to breath...

(These are the same characters from ‘Old “friends”’ but there’s a pretty long time skip so you don’t need to see the first to understand this one.)

Rayla paces back and forth, a headache beginning to creep in. She’s smarter than this, she won’t start crying over the first obstacle that comes her way.

She doesn’t want to think about the before. Before she killed him. Before she hated herself ever...

I watch your lips move

But ignore what they say

In my mind you are telling

A joke

And you wonder why I laugh a little

When you tell me

You are leaving...

{Age of Love: A short story}

(AOL is a original piece by me and you can find it on my profile)

"Do you regret it?" I had never even thought about that, I mean, why would I?

"No. But do you?" I retaliated. I knew what the response should be, but I have trust in him.

There I sat in front of Roman on my house’s deck, the palm leaf fan was moving slowly and the sounds of the ocean filled the silenc...