Writing Prompt

“Here, have this!” My new neighbour beamed, holding a pink, flowery biscuit tin.

“Wow, thanks!” I said, smiling back. Excitably, I prised open the lid and peered inside. Chocolate chip cookies were piled on top of each other, still steaming, fresh from the oven.

“No problem!” His smile grew. “Welcome to Flumpletuff flats!”

He held out his hand. I shook it, nodding and smiling, as he did the same. ...

Guy Travers is by all others’ accounts a class A citizen. He moved into flat 6A, 32 Albany Street, about 4 months ago, and knocked on all our other front doors offering homemade shortbread that, I must admit, was really rather scrumptious. He introduced himself and was very pleasant conversation. We exchanged stories of our travels in the East and about our experiences of London when it was in its...

I feel like I’m going insane,what is all this pain?

It’s eating away at my flesh,is this another test?

There is no happiness here,I fear the end is near

The test is messing with my head,why can’t I just be dead?Cause,I only pick dead flowers now,I have no power,but I have hope,I won’t mope,I’ll just succeed.

It’s me,is it really me?Or just another monster for the scientists to see?Blood blood,on ...

My doorbell rang just as I was about to place the plate in the oven. I set it down on the kitchen counter and hurried to open the front door.

"Good morning, Liz," came my neighbor’s sweet voice, accompanied by his usual warm smile.

"Hey, how are you?" I returned the smile, immediately noticing the box in his hands.

"I'm great, thank you. I was making pizza and thought of you, knowing how much you ...

The paper bag was on the verge of rupturing.

I had overestimated how many groceries I could carry in one trip, and the universe — sadistic bastard that it was — decided to test my limits and my patience on a flight of stairs.

A carton of eggs shifted dangerously. The bag groaned. I swore.

“Need a hand, darling?”

The voice purred from above, velvet-wrapped and honey-slick. I looked up —

Ah. H...

Is he kind

Try to rewind

The conversation

Which was a slight invasion

On an occasion

When he was friendly

But a little too gingerly

With his compliments

Regarding the apartment

And the decor

And floor

But before

He was a bore

Like an old book store

That had moldy shelves

Nothing to tell

So maybe it’s me

You see

And not he...

It started with a broken waterline, and a prompt fix shortly therafter. I heard him early that morning cranking away with a wrench and the occasional swear. But by midday, the water flowed from my faucet and I was able to enjoy a shower.

Having lived there for all of a week, I should have asked his name, if only to say thank you. He smiled all the same as I stepped out of the two-story duplex we ...

“BEEP BEEP!” I awake to my alarm screaming at me, It’s 4 in the morning. While still half-asleep I get out of bed, its cold today. Colder than usual. The window beside my bed is open, with the curtins pinned up. I could have sworn that I closed the curtains, and I never leave the window open. Still groggy, I mope to the open window to close it when through the dark I see my neighbors house’s light...

It’s a bit odd. The man, this stranger in my mist.

Placid smiles. Hello here and there. Is there a twist?

Under the smile. A lion or lamb. I wonder.

He seems nice enough. But did I make a blunder.

Door opens. Stairs creak. Some clatter. Like squirrel there.

All sublime. He has the gestures. But there’s still fear....

With her tee shirt glued to her back with sweat, Julianne carted the last milk crate from her Honda Fit. Summer had been just a long spring with days of gray skies and rain. It had been damp cold until today. Today was a scorcher. Just my luck, she thought looping her mega purse around her neck.

Her right hip ached. Julianne shifted the pack on her back and headed for the staircase. She looked ...