Writing Prompt

I’m sending words up to the sky,

Hoping and wishing something will come my way,

That maybe just maybe will change the fate of my day.

Joy always seems to be a waste,

Since it always fades afore the night falls,

Almost like it was never there at all.

Poison seeping into my soul,

Searching for a spark that isn’t there.

I’m trying so hard to care.

Passion is foreign.

I’m feeling like I’m wasting t...

Connie glances at the sky, feeling tired. She’s tired of a lot of things. Freedom and M3, all they did to try and save the world, it’s all a waste. It’s raining again.

It’s done that a lot lately. Apparently a world flooded with poison still has normal weather, or, semi normal.

Droplets fall on her cheek, and she’s tempted to take off her mask and breathe in the scent. She can’t though. She kno...

"You put so much joy into a world where it won’t give it back." Eiran sighs. "A waste really."

I swallow and look up at the sky. I inhale and exhale softly before looking back at my fiance. "I don’t give it expecting it back."

"Well you should start. You see," he leans forward. "These people out here," he gestures around the guests at our engagement party, "They’re not just plain r...

My mom always calls

Something relating to me

A waste

I’m a waste of money

My stories are a waste of oxygen

I’m a waste of space

It’s poison

To me

These words

I’m a waste of money

Because you bought bigger portions of food

You knew I couldn’t eat

My stories are a waste of oxygen

Because you hate when I love and think of

You think it’s stupid

I’m a waste of space

Because instead...

I’m just a waste of your joy,

Like a poison that makes you want more,

But it’s truly bad for you.

There’s nothing that I truly deserve…

I don’t deserve her,

But I don’t deserve torture, either,

So why does no one care?

Can’t my voice be heard?..

I’m like a star in the sky,

So small that I won’t make a difference,

And yet not able to have a voice.

So, please, tell me,

Can’t you hear me?

_Why w...

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. The song always sounded like a glorious notion. A bunch of insane cuisine. Marmalade skies. Marshmallow pies. Oh what joy! Eat your way into and through crazy culinary paradise. Yum. Sounds like fun.

But might the song be about the waste of a life with psychadelic poison in the veins? LSD? Lucy? Sky? Diamonds? Oh what a crazy notion. Oh what a wast...

Sarah Bearclaw strode to the door, a gun pressed into her back. She bit her tongue to keep her mouth shut.

She had so much to say. Why was this happening? What does he know about the Sphere of Fire she doesn’t? She is a archeologist after all! And why did that kind man have to die?

Sarah collided with the door, bruising her forehead and causing her nose to bleed.

“Are you as blind as you are ...

One morning Toby Freedman received a phone call that would change the course of someone’s life. The ID was unfamiliar. He almost didn’t answer.

“Hello.”

“Toby? It’s Allison.”

She sounded distressed. Did she know about mom? “Allison, I needed to talk to you two years ago!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have my own phone, and they don’t like me to use this landline. It’s for their business.”

He could ...

This joy laid to waste, these mountains, lakes, plains, forests, destroyed by the poison from the sky. We call it farang, it means ‘home stealer’, we call it that because it stole our home, our lifestyle. There will be no more travelling from place to place, following the season. There will be no more hunting or foraging.

‘They stole our homes, they poisoned our skies, they caused our people to d...