Writing Prompt

“Deep breaths, you can do this. This should not be anything new to you,” that is what Agent M tells himself as he stares down a long white corridor that leads to a red door at the other side. His mission is all but complete, his final task is through those doors but the feeling he is experiencing is not helping him take the first step. Agent M looks behind towards the dark oak door he entered thro...

I take a deep breath, steady my nerves, and head towards the door at the end of the corridor. I don’t know what awaits me behind that door, the one that seems to get further with every step I take.

What will I find? Will I find the same man who I used to know? The one that I fell in love with? Or will I find an empty soul ready to depart from this world and the pain it possesses?

My hand freezes...

I had an interview today, something i knew will change my life forever. How i see things and what i could become. Frankly it terrified me not to have a guide book. All my life i always made sure to get the nitty gritty information for everything i walked into. I needed to know the environment, the character of the people, do they like me to bend over backward or be bold. It scared me to death not ...

Step one. The glass doors are heavier than they looked. Age and disuse likely making them sticky. The hinges could use some attention. The freezing weather not doing them any favors either. The entry is at least warmish. The tile clean but discolored. The building is half abandoned. Through another set of doors at the end of the lobby, I can see what used to be a bank in another life. The ele...

“Identification, please.”

I fumble for my fake ID card, my hands so sweaty it slips out of my hand a couple times before I can yank it out of my too-small pocket. I’m wearing a business suit that makes me look like some kind of boss-woman. It’s extremely uncomfortable.

I press the card to the scanner, my heart beating so loud in my head I can hardly hear the approving beep. The doors slide open...

I take a deep breath, steady my nerves, and walk as confidently as I can toward the door at the end of the corridor.

Am I stupid for actually going through with this? A billionaire’s son just asked me to meet him in the closet to do who knows what.

It could be some crazy trap that will get me kicked out of my internship. For all I know HR is waiting in that closet ready to kick my ass out for s...

i have prepared for this. i’m ready. i wore my perfectly pressed, easy-to-move-in, navy blue pantsuit for this moment. i ate a good breakfast and only had one cup of coffee. i freshened up with a mint and have been sipping water just enough so that i don’t have to pee but my throat isn’t dry. i am ready.

i stand up from my chair in the university library and make my way to the fourth floor, the ...

1997

He was told to leave the hospital room after he passed out seeing the crowning. So he left, with Hesperia’s permission and encouraginement. The sight still made him feel sick—and that was coming from someone who had seen too much bloodshed in his dad’s organization.

He kept pacing along the floor, panicked, anxious thoughts running through his head. He was going to be a dad. He was hardl...

Like every weekday, Monday through Friday, I was on my way to my office in the Dune Rock condominium, the high-rise building I manage. As usual, I grabbed a strong cup of coffee to kick-start my day and met with my maintenance team to go over the day’s tasks. My wife, as always, was working in the office building next door in the accounting department. It felt like just another ordinary day.

“Hey...

Hailey Bell once believed anything was possible as long as you had an idea, some hope, a means to do it, and maybe just a little bit of some of the suspernatural. Here and there, that thought popped into her head. She waved it off, though, like it was never a phrase in the first place. Her mother used it frequently. After she died, however, Hailey decided to hide away from all things of her. It wa...