Writing Prompt

Lola rolled over, shoved her arm under the pillow, then the memory slapped her like a bucket of ice water. He was gone. She groaned involuntarily, heard her voice crack, stretched one arm out from under the covers. Four days and it still felt the same. She needed a drink of water.

Rolling out of bed, she looked at her phone. Four days since he fell. Too long without him. Next week she would need ...

I’m so excited to leave. I am looking forward to my trip because I need to get away. Things have been very stressful lately, it seems like I just can’t make enough to maintain sometimes. I work so many hours in a day, to the point where my body is tired but I still feel like it’s not enough money. I brought my bus tickets, the last thing to do is pay for my Air B&B, no matter what - that’s going t...

The wind whips cold

Traffic fades muted

Standing at the threshold

High above the city

The roof whispers lonely

World spins loud

Strangers far below me

High above the city

The edge calls delirious

Pavement tempts freedom

Longing to forget us

High above the city...

I hang to your words like I’m hanging of a plane

High above the city.

The clouds, they shift and swirl, to make images of us

High above the city.

The doves and swans soar along to signify what I lack

High above the city.

The sun shifts and the rain falls

High above the city.

People fall in love on terraces while they sing and dance

High above the city.

I dare look to the thousands of light...

Above the city,

I see my feet begin to dangle.

Life looks really silly,

From such an angle.

A few steps are all it takes,

Maybe then I won’t get tangled.

In the endless cycle,

That is of life...

High above the city

I sit in a swing

How the sky looks so pretty

It shows me many things

Things of what’s behind

And things of up ahead

The sky pays no mind

And relaxes mine instead

Back and forth I swing

The sky and I as one

Back and forth I swing

The sunset is nearly done

The cool air starts to sting

As the shadows begin to win

The sky has finished reflecting

All the pinks that ma...

There is a swing

High above the city

A hole, like through the looking glass

Twisted, nonsensical reality

I go there when I am feeling lonely

Just sit and swing

Back and forth

Wondering, what even is my worth

My head feels lighter

High above the city

In the clouds

Away from people, away from crowds

Sometimes, I want to let go

Just release and fly

Up and down

Instead, I hold on to it and cry

...

The elevator groaned as it carried Mira to the rooftop, past thirty-five floors of flickering lights and muffled televisions. When the doors slid open, the noise of the city thinned to a distant hum.

She stepped into the night air, the wind tugging at her coat. Below, the city stretched like an endless circuit board—streets glowing with rivers of headlights, windows burning like tiny stars. Up he...

Where Do I Land?

The city hums

a low, relentless buzzing

laced with the stench of human urinals,

the beat of angry cars

nearly colliding,

crashing like tidal waves

if not for fate

intervening at the very last second,

amused by its own timing.

High above it all, I wait

a lone wolf,

while my pack builds the world without me,

dictating who I should become

to belong in it.

They whisper

inequality,

...

I’d given up on him ever coming back. After 12 years of searching, even after destroying every last demon, I had never gotten Graham back.

At first, I had avoided the swings where we used to play together, under the arch, high enough to overlook the mountains separating our home of Rhumesok and the country of Arenshu. The hike had always been endless, taking us days at a time, camping against snow...