Writing Prompt

No…no…no, thi-this can not be happening to me right now. A few people seemed to have noticed my fall down the steps. I don’t want help. I don’t want people to notice me. I just need to get away as fast as I can. Why did I just trip? Why was I not more conscious of my my movements? Why was I not looking at my feet? Why did this happen to me? They all saw it happen, they are gonna pocket that memory...

Your getting worse. You come home drunk, staggering, and falling, cursing your brains out . Your like a mad man.You make me feel belittled and degraded . Your Violent to me, can’t take the abuse. Pulling my hair, brutally punching me in face.I go to the neighborhood grocery store, where everyone knows me. It’s a small town, so any news travels very fast . The cashier, sees my black eye and bruise...

This is why I don’t go to parties. This is the exact thing that I make up in my head when I get stressed out about socializing. Only this didn’t happen in my head. This happened for real. I actually just did that. Right out in the open. I backed away and tried to escape as subtlety as I possibly could but there’s no way no one noticed. Just playing the odds. If there’s let’s call it twenty five pe...

All night I pondered the possibility of us being together? It was zero to none wasnt it?….

_ Why hadn’t I asked for his name? _

I woke up at dawn, got ready, then headed for work—‘Lillies coffee shop’, when I got a call.

“Hmm, hello?” I asked, phone pressed to my face while turning the key into the lock, ready to open shop.

“Hi, is this Jemma?” A man with a British accent said.

“Uhhh...

I absolutely hate that feeling. You know something has gone wrong and know everyone else knows too. You just want to hide away and hope everyone forgets.

Then there is the embarrassment that keeps you up at night. Remember that time you had milk come out of your nose in third grade. Well you still carry that with you fifteen years later.

And please don’t get me started on second hand embarrassment...

My cheeks turned beet red when Quinn said I was pretty.

I wanted to say something back to her ,but my throat was clogged like the cities pipes on a winter day. I couldn’t believe it she thinks I’m pretty. But, oh my gosh everyone heard her say that to me now they are gonna think we are a thing. My legs start shaking as I hear the kids around us chanting ,”**KISS, KISS,KISS.” **“Is this really happ...

I could feel the heating creeping up, spilling out in red blotches all over my chest and eventually making its way up to my face. I felt my hair come loose and tangle with the heat emanating from my body. Everyone was staring at me. I had burst open the conference room door with so much confidence thirty seconds ago, and now all the things I wanted to say completely abandoned me because I saw her....

I quietly balance on my heels, if you can even call them that. They are little 3 inch sandals.

I admire the cap infront of me, feathery and glitzy in pink glitter. I was strictly forbidden to customize mine. Mom said it would be childish. I reminded her of all the times she has called me that word. I was to go do the dishes.

“Caroline Gald” The Dean announces. Rapturous applause follows a...

P.S. When I say Ella, I don’t mean the name, but instead the Spanish word for ‘she.’

P.P.S. - This is part two of the She series.

“She was… is still my everything,” I say to myself as I continue down the dimly lit hallway. ‘There has to be hint to where there keeping her somewhere.’ A map could be seen on the wall 100 meters down from the gun room on the left side. It said things like ‘Fire Exit...

I see you as the one who makes me laugh

as the one who makes me smile

the one who makes my life a little more worth while

I see you with those eyes

drilled in the back of my head

I see you as someone who doesn't want to be friends

I see you as sweet

I see you as smart

I see you as someone who surely taints the heart

Although you’ll most likely make my life fall apart

But I’m willing to ignore ...