Writing Prompt

I thought I let her go

Truly, I really did

I think my memory tries to deceive me

Or it might just be the monsters under my bed

And there she was

A ghost of the past

Standing behind me

A reminder of words I can’t take back

She’s the ghost in my closet

Amidst all the other skeletons there

She whispers in my ear

“You’re not worth it, ya little snitch

Just go back to bed”

She’s hovering over my should...

Your body is a sanctuary

A renaissance-esque statuary

Crafted with detailed precision

The product of celestial vision

A private space for self-communion

Where soul and flesh have their reunion

Sacred by its very essence

Grace in its ethereal presence

But like the merchants in Bethphage

Even temples can be defiled

Though oft through no fault of their own

For men are ravenous and wild

Woul...

"Stop that." I snap.

"Stop what?" He asks.

"You're staring at me like this is my fault.”

"Well, it is your fault, isn't it?"

"I'm in love with her." I say.

"You don’t even know what love is. You’re just used to her, that’s all.”

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You got used to her being around so now you want to keep her around for as long as possible because you’re afraid of chang...

Maybe I went to bright. Just a little I mean it’s not like I look like one of those hippies. Just a bit of colouring, but now that I’m looking at the big picture maybe sea green wasn’t the best choice of hair dye. It’s not like I asked for sea green I asked for teal, and that’s what I got! But when I got home and washed my hair the next day I don’t think the chemicals in the hair dye reacted well ...

Reyna stretches her arms, sitting up on her bed as she rubbed her eyes wearily. She patted down her unruly hair, walking to the bathroom and splashing water on her face. As Reyna was about to brush her teeth, she noticed something weird. Her reflection was glaring at her. How strange.

Reyna nearly yelped as the reflection started talking.

“Oh, it’s you,” It sneered, staring down at her. “I hate ha...

Shane was beautiful. Her hair was long and black with perfectly tanned skin that flowed along with her perfectly shaped face.

Her body was leaned and muscular.

But she hid a terrible secret, a secret that forbade her from looking into any mirror.

She pulled on her jeans, jumping a few times to squeeze into them. The boards in the bedroom squeaked in response. She huffed and bent down to pick he...

I splashed cold water on my face. It helped, but not enough. It was all I could do not to put my head down on the cool countertop and stay there. But I actually had to be somewhere. I stood up and blinked blearily into the mirror. My reflection glared back at me.

“I know!” I said to it. It narrowed its eyes even more.

“Look, I know, I should have gone to sleep early, should have skipped the last...

Nice dress, check. Deodorant, check. Makeup, check. Everything should be perfect. This is our first date. The check myself in the mirror in the foyer before I leave, one last time. I bat my eyelashes to check if I glued them properly. But instead of reflecting my actions like it should, it puts its hands on its waits and tilts its head to the side, then sarcastically bat its eyelashes back at me. ...

Sometimes,

I wish mirrors were never

created,

because the

girl in the

reflection

seems to take

liking in mocking

my every move.

As I brush my hair,

she does the same.

When I cringe at the way

my hair falls upon my face,

she lets out a laugh.

And if I choose to apply makeup,

she judges the way I applied my blush.

And if I glare at her

she glares back.

We‘re the same

person,

the sa...

Startled, I gasp and stumble back. My reflection did not move and it’s eyes began to bleed. Almost paralyzed with fear I could not scream. Sitting against the wall as it’s mouth is opening wide. Beginning to elongate and stretch down to her chest. A low groaning echoed through the small bathroom.

I have to run, I have to move or do something. With adrenaline pumping and sweat dripping I manage t...