Writing Prompt

She said she’d love me for the rest of her life—

My luck has it that she’s secretly a ghost,

Studying the mechanics of my earthly form.

She makes note of my presence like I am a dying lilac—

Radiant and fragrant for a single week in May

And then back to withering brown decay.

We met under the yew tree.

I gave her the last vacant room in my heart.

She promised she’d be a model tenant.

For as lon...

Every year, as best friends, Mitch and Hazel gathered. Today was the day again. The same room and box. Smiles as they laughed and shrieked as things came out of the box, reminding them of Hazel's stupid exes, practically walking red flags. A couple of things came out once in a while, and she would look mournfully at them, then continue giggling with Mitch as sparkly bows or tacky rings came out.

...

The look she gave me as I entered

Just her, the one on the far right,

Made me feel small despite my height.

I breathed in deep, trying to get centred.

Next, I received a limp, wet handshake

Not the strong start I was hoping for.

My feet and eyes crept toward the door

I found myself praying for an earthquake.

For the ground to swallow me whole,

Before things went south with the third.

My stomach...

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction contains dark themes, psychological horror, that may be triggering or unsettling to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. All characters and events depicted are purely fictional any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Enjoy 😊

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“Oh that’s so cute..!” I munch on a fry. “And a little cheesy.”

He chuckles, a playful glint in his eye. He scrolled though his phone, looking for his cute date photos. “They usually like it.”

“I’m sure. Do they get to take one too?” I asked.

“Yeah, sometimes. Oh here they are!” He turns the phone towards me. The photo is of him and a pretty brunette in some night club. He swipes, to another wit...

Until they put me down to not buy a Disney painting worth one hundred dollars or not dining at Planet Hollywood, one year ago.

When we eat at Planet Hollywood, they sarcastically say, “Why this year?”

I bite my lip and beat it.

Then one of my loyal friends defended me and everything went back to normal.

Suddenly we have fun.

Walt Disney World is meant to be fun for all.

I came up with this sh...

Hurt locker

Date smarter

Souvenir

Little fear

Lock of hair

Dater beware

Even more

What’s in store

Midnight stalker

Hurt locker...

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I laughed. “What, like a napkin or something?”

“Nah. Something more personal.” He leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “A part of them, you could say.”

I waited for the punchline. None came.

Later that night, I crashed at his place; long drive, too many drinks. He was already asleep ...

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Ladies.

Gentlemen.

This is why you don't make friends on apps. ...