Writing Prompt

(this is abt friendship breakups)

Y’know, sometimes i womder what made her do it. Why she cut me off. Maybe i wasn’t good enough, maybe i wasn’t enough of a people pleaser. There might’ve been signs. I was too busy wrapped up in myself to notice, though. I was too busy posting immature comments on the internet while she was silently battling her will to live and love. I was too available, too uno...

Everything around me was cold; so, so cold. This man who I’ve seen a few times before opened my door and let me out of my room. Around me there was so much noise and I was so frightened the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

We made our way down a long, metal hallway for what seemed like ages. I was blinded by sun as we entered a room I had never seen before. There were two women, a tall, red...

Dear mom,

Even when you cry

Or when I stress you out

Maybe when you try

And when I pout

I begin to doubt

So please take this as note

When you carry a tote

Full of my favorite things for college

And when you wanted that last piece of cake

You still offered it to me

So please take

This thank you you’ll see

How much you’ve cared for me...

The countdown begins, three hours till the ceremony. My friend is getting ready in her room. It’s been a while since I saw her and her old clsssmate together in the same place. Ever since he moved away, they didn’t get to see each other. They went to the same program together where it would be a study abroad trip. They didn’t get a chance to say goodbye and yet here she is attending his wedding ce...

How can I tell her?

My stomach screams at me, my heart cries out at me, and my voice drifts silently. My shaky phone stares at me, words blurry by tears. They slowly repeat through my mind, dreadfully tearing at my soul.

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_"Evelyn has passed"_

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How can I tell her?

How can I share such gut wrentching words to such a young and innocent soul? How can I simply just hold her hand when it is sha...

From the perspective of my close friend from college my wedding was very weird. Because I use to be a very active person with a bunch of relationship around. I use to have good friend in every city along my country. I also used to be a party guy, sport guy… who will never miss any event. But since I met my wife, started building for the future, I had quit almost every event I had be invited. I clo...

I can’t be the support she needs. She’s been calling me every day now. I know she’s scared, as am I. This wasn’t what I planned for. We weren’t even dating. We messed around a few times, I thought we were just having fun. It’s been 2 weeks since she first sent me the picture. There it was, two pink lines. She was pregnant, and I was a mess. I’m only 26, this was not in my life plan…well not now a...

_That girl is sitting by herself._

From the moment I walked into history, an annoying first period to have, I noticed the strange desk set-up. Mr. B moved his desks from rows to tables, shoving 5 of the slightly-too-small middle school chairs together.

Everyone cliqued up immediately. That wasn’t surprising. What _was_ surprising was the girl in the back.

There were plenty of empty seats. Bu...

"he WHAT?" I blurt out, nails digging into the bed sheets. My other half looks away, biting her green polished nails. I’m sure I’ve never felt this level of hate and violence before, and I suddenly understand why people commit murder. I breathe deeply as I attempt to calm down, but my tight jaw and wide enraged eyes betray my internal conflict.

A man, or rather I say monster, had the audacity to ...

I don’t think I ever told you how much I noticed. How much I see you, even when you think no one does.

You walk into a room, smiling, laughing, making sure everyone feels comfortable. You listen when people talk, you remember the little things—favorite colors, bad days, silent struggles. You give and give and give, like the world hasn’t tried to take everything from you.

But I remember. I remember...