Writing Prompt

You liked the colour red so I carved your name into my wrists

Watching the blood drip to the floor

You liked fruit so I spread my thighs

Giving you the forbidden one

And let you scrape out my insides

Letting you consume every last drop

You liked devotion so I worshipped at the alter of your existence

Sacrificing my hopes and my dreams

Each prayer a whispered promise to be everything that yo...

Samwise Gangee stood there, staring down at the small, golden ring he’d just pulled from the pocket of a plain white shirt. His first reaction was disbelief, a shocked laugh that caught in his throat. _This couldn’t be,_ he thought. _That’s just a story… right?_ But there it was in his hand, as real as the lint he usually pulled from these pockets.

A thousand scenarios flashed through his mind. B...

It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon at White Glove Cleaners, the dry-cleaning shop where Eli had worked for nearly six years. He spent most of his days tagging clothes, carefully removing stains, and handling heavy-duty steamers. The routine was predictable, comforting even, but today something felt… off.

Eli had been sorting through a batch of freshly dropped-off suits, pressing them and checking t...

I took the coat out, and went to go hang it up when something fell out of the pocket. I quickly bent and picked it up, before noticing what it was, I was holding. I had just started my shift, after school, and didn't much of it, things fall out of pockets all the time. But then I processed what was in my hand.

"EW EW EW EW AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Jane ran over,

"What's wrong? What happened? Can yo...

I come in just like I would any other day. I’m only a short bike ride away from Jess’s shop, so I decide to bike the long way around. I stop by the bakery on the corner of our street to grab an apple scone to celebrate fall (I don’t really care for pumpkin), and I walked the rest of the way. Parking my bike, I wave in and see Jess already starting the morning off with a customer.

I walk in, heari...

Why’s this?

A knife

Such strife

Save a life

Tonigjt...

Allison enjoyed the job, mostly. Sure, there were times when it was slow and times when it was so busy she couldn’t think straight, but for the most part, it was easy enough. She could handle working while going to college, which was her plan all along anyway, and at least she had the smell of soap and cleaning products to keep her company. They made her feel clean.

She reached into the coat pock...

I had a whole story written but it got deleted. It’s late and I need to go to bed but I want to keep my streak so… maybe I’ll have the omph to try again tomorrow. 🥲...

Neil hadn’t been happy in a long time. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time that he was happy. He’d spent countless nights trying to figure out when the weight of the world had collapsed onto him, and he didn’t quite have a hold on that either. He thought it had happened about twenty years ago, back in Junior High…but he wasn’t sure.

So, he didn’t know what to think when he found the butto...

Marie Couvins can’t bake cookies to save her life.

But I can’t tell her that, it would break her heart. So every two days when she comes into the dry cleaners place where I work, I take the burnt cookies with a smile.

Today was different. Today Marie brought no cookies. Just a terrifying silence. I attempted to make any sort of communication but was met with a dry response.

Okay then. Sounds good ...