Writing Prompt

TW⚠️ : self harm and suicide, drug mention

I grew up different from everyone else. In school when all the kids would play tag, or ball, or on the playground during recess. I sat by the entrance door - Criss cross apple sauce style - miles from everyone else. Well, that's how it seemed when you were small. everything was so big and so far away. I sat by myself, looking at everyone, seeing th...

This wasn’t the regular PI gig. Sitting in this dingy comedy club beneath the smog filled streets of Pittsburgh I ordered a drink and sat near the back as I often do to stay out of my targets view. His jokes were desperate and clearly he was clinging to that high school mentality where one can be the center of attention if they have the juiciest gossip. Laughing at his own stories of housewives ch...

“Excuse me one moment,” I get up from my office chair to step outside. Dialling the emergency services I peek into my therapy room. Thomas is still there, rocking his body, staring blankly into nothing.

“This is 911, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes, I’m a therapist on 9287 Oak Hill drive. I have a patient who just confessed to the Mulhoney murder.”

“9287 Oak Hill drive?”

“Yes.”

“Dispatching a team n...

Dr. Lillian Hart was a respected therapist in her mid-40s, known in the affluent suburb of Riverton for her calm demeanor and an office lined with warm bookshelves and lavender candles. Her patients swore by her — a gentle soul with an ear for nuance and a mind like a steel trap. But it was that same trap that would one day snap.

Her Tuesday 3 p.m. client was Jonah Reeve, a wiry, soft-spoken man ...

For some reason, the room starts to smell like a metallic scent.

It used to be some lavander or Vanilla, at least that's how I remember after entering inside.

I was mad, I thought the word professionalism still have a valuable meaning.

There's none.

It was all in vain.

It was tainted.

The so called- secret, confidentiality, trust and truthfulness lies in front of me.

It was heart breaking.

A fleet...

Confidence

With your clients

Is hard to keep

For the stores they tell

Are not for the meek

Their crazy antics

Are sometimes numerous

Then at times

Their stories make me furious

I have to vent

To keep my own sanity

But when I tell

I abridge their privacy...

One the days where I don’t want to be alive my negative thought thrive grabbing my sense of worth and drowning it under a sea of despair .

See in this world only a few care , it isn’t fair that I still have to breath this toxic air that welcomes grief as a friend it’s not a mate you can depend on it will cause your whole world to bend .

Don’t let them lend a hand because if you reach a point whe...

"He's warped."

"Who?"

"My client. I'm telling you, there's something deeply wrong with him."

The policeman twists in his chair.

"How so?" he asks.

"I'm not exactly sure. It's a feeling." I take a deep breath. "He's hiding something. Something dark."

"Unless you can give me details, there's not much I can do."

My hand begins to shake.

"I think there's a dead body in his basement."

His eyes widen...

“Well, it’s your dime?” Ravenwood said, twirling a shiny coin along her knuckles.

Periwinkle looked up and blushed. The pixie fidgeted on the therapist’s sofa. She’d rather eat her own hair than share her feelings with a stranger. But she had to talk to someone. She had her wings, her dream job, but she couldn’t sleep. All of her thoughts wandered back to Harlow, her kinda fake boyfriend and ver...

A therapist was doing her job, helping others with their emotional struggles. She eventually finds out that her client got angry for being brutally bullied. He took a deadly response which was mass murder the bully and their other relatives. It's the law to not keep confidential crimes of others. The therapist knew she had to let the authorities know about it, and the bully as well. The authoritie...