Writing Prompt

Once upon time, there was me. Me, knowing exactly who I was, comfortable in my own skin. Perfectly fine with who I was and who I had become. 

Now? 

I don't who I am anymore. Now, I don't think I've ever been that person. That good girl. The girl who loved herself, and loved other people. Now, I don't think I ever wanted to be that person, but I never did anything to challenge it. 

Always being ...

Unbearable pain in my stomach takes hold of me as an empty bottle of pills sits hauntingly on my nightstand. I don’t think I can take this much longer. Then darkness, peace, relief. A sense of calm washes over me as I feel the emotionally charged air envelope me in a warm embrace. My ears are filled with a continuous low whooshing sound, a noise that is surprisingly comforting. A voice echos aroun...

The thick red curtain dropped, muffling the audience’s applause as it separated the stage from the outside world. All around me, my cast mates laughed, hugged, and patted each other on the back.

I just sat, slowly, right where I stood, not even realizing I was going down until the wood of the stage greeted my bottom. My body was shaking again, but it was not the unnerved tremors I’d felt before f...

The thick violet blood splattered all across the ground, the dragon’s corpse, and the girl, who stumbled to her knees, landing with a sick wet thud.

Dead.

It was dead.

She stayed crouched in place for what felt like ages, heartbeat exploding in her ears. Done, done, done. She was safe. The village was safe.

Her father was avenged.

Her heart rate slowed, eventually, to a point where she could ...

I feel so forgetful lately, and it’s burdening my chances to a closer connection.

Eleanor patted her forehead with her sweater sleeve, in hopes she’d not forgotten the day that Mae had cherished most.

Their anniversary.

She kept seated at the table as her wife cooked breakfast, debating whether or not to say the words she had choked up behind her brain.

She decided it was best to have at leas...

Her eyes

Her voice

She is the pollen to my flower

The roots to my tree

The rot of stress evaporates

The rays of her smile leaving nothing behind

The world begins to fall from the tree of time

Nothing moves in her presence

Crashing into the soil from below

Reaching new places through its roots

Almost unrecognizable beauty

Unveiling the grey death of its former tree

No where left for it to grow

H...

I can't really hear the words. She sounds like the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoons. Indistinct talking that I could tell she thought was important. But none of it mattered.

I was listening for one thing. Could lor couldn’t I?

No, it won't hurt you to continue. Was she serious?! It wort hurt. I let out the biggest exhale of my life....

It all happened in a expeditious amount of time. The deafening sound of the bullet, ripping through the air then the compact of the silver object against something dense. Time must if slowed because I was soon falling to the cold cement with a tightening sensation forming on my left side. Daniel, my partner, was yelling- awfully loud if I so myself. Even with the screamingly high whistling in my e...

The sound of blood dripping into the puddle filled the room. She looked around to see if anyone else saw what had happened. Paranoid, completely forgetting that they had been alone. He attacked her. Plain and simple. She was defending herself. Years of torment lead to this moment. Knife in hand, she felt the weight of the world roll off her shoulders. She was free. Finally fucking free....

She had been holding her breath for so long, and she hadn’t even realized it. Yet when she saw those words, on that screen, it was like her being inflated, became calm and elated all at once. “Of course, I knew this would happen; I wasn’t actually that worried,” she thought, a grin growing on her face. But in actuality there was a great weight lifted - she felt lighter, like she was full of an ...