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Writing Prompt

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Write a scene where a character confesses their (unreturned) love for another.

Writings

Chimp In Baked Beans Weird

It was so weird. Like out of this planet, chimp in baked beans, weird. I was just walking to class before fourth period with some of my friends and this guy I’ve never seen before just stopped me in my tracks. And I knew everyone in this school from first name to what they ate for breakfast that day. Not to mention, we’ve all been going to school together since like, birth. But this guy just sh...

A Single Sunrise

They both settled down at the crack of dawn, just as they had been each day leading up to now. Their eyes looked over the precipice in silence. So many memories were made in this one place alone. Fingers wrapping around her own as he spoke of this spot he discovered wandering through paradise. Time stretched and her mind was full of complaints, but the thought of turning away never crossed her min...

The Unexpected Confession…

“I love you…”

Me and my childhood best friend -Ryder- were sitting on a bench swing in my family’s backyard looking up at the night sky. There was supposed to be a meteor shower and I had basically forced him to join me with the promise of our favourite snacks.


“Huh?” I turned to look from the sky to him. I think he could see the confusion on my face because he sighed and said

“I love you, liz....

My Love For You

Nicholas groans against my lips, his only inches away from touching mine. He backs away, shaking his head. He finally starts, breaking the silence, “Do you want the answer to your question? Why I care so much about you? Why I’m still here?!” I stand there, blinking profusely, shocked by his outburst. All I manage is a nod, not trusting my voice. He speaks again, now with a whisper, moving with res...

The Picked Rose

I saw her again today, she smiled at me with her bright eyes before running over to me.

“Do you want to play batmitttin by any chance?” Mila pushes her blowing brown hair out of her face.

I looked down at my book undecidedly before abandoning it onto the golden sand.

“Sure”

I joined her at the net along with her boyfriend and close friend. The boyfriend tried not to mock my glasses which I pull...

Alone

Ainsley opened her front door and took a deep breath. She walked forward a few feet. The weather was nicer than she had expected. She turned around and went back inside. She grabbed her shoes, phone, and keys before heading out to take a walk.

She hadn’t got very far when she heard someone call her name. Ainsley knew the voice immediately. It was her neighbor, Valin. She turned around and he jogg...

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Nameless

The dimmed yellowish light emitting from the old street lamp is the only thing that keeps her from running away in sight. The light gives her this warm feeling that tingles her flimsy heart, passing a little nudge of encouragement to her. It gives her a sense of hope, at least that’s the emotion she deems helpful at the moment.


“You were saying?” The guy in front of her is patiently waiting for h...

Like family

It was a Thursday afternoon, the kind that coated the campus in gold and shadows. Lucas leaned against the bench near the art building. clutching a folded piece of notebook paper in his pocket. He wasn’t usually the dramatic type, but something about the day.. maybe the way her laugh had lingered in the hallway, or how she’d leaned her head on his shoulder while showing him her playlist. made his ...

I Love You and I Hate It

“Because I love you!” She said, frustrated. I blinked, that was not at all what I thought she’d say. She looked out the window, her face flushed and angry. I just stared in shock still trying to process what she had just said. “That’s why, ok? That’s why I was watching you. I’m not trying to murder you, or whatever you thought I was doing.” It was my turn to flush uncomfortably, remembering the wa...

Platonic?

“Wait!” I shouted. I knew, this was the moment, that I would lose my best friend. All the hard work into building our friendship structure would be bouldered by three words.


I met him three years ago, when I was lost in my own mind. I had no-one, loneliness was my only friend. Grief was slowly decaying away at my heart, I wanted to be better, stronger in my own mind. But I was weak, limp in my o...