Writing Prompt

“What do you have to say about this?” It was my crush’s mom. She was holding a picture of me as a six year old, wearing a hot pink bikini that looked itchy. I was bending over to pick something up off the ground. My little round belly poked out of the swimsuit. It didn’t match my body shape now, I had lost weight and replaced it with muscle (because of the basketball team forcing me to work out ve...

“What are you doing?”

I can’t imagine for the life of me why Cas’ parents would have been able to access pictures of me from primary school — never mind the ones that were much earlier than that! — but here we were, I suppose.

“You’re not really Ashton, are you?” his dad asked, pointing at the most blatantly ‘Isla’ photo of the lot. A girl with long red hair tied neatly into two plaits, smiling ...

My history was being revealed to me, one incriminating picture at a time. I thought I had left it behind me when I moved to this small town, but apparently not.

I was a teacher finally. I couldn’t let these photos get leaked; it would be the end of my career. But what they were asking me to do… it was almost too much. I couldn’t do it, but yet, I had to. I had to keep my past locked away. Or els...

Lani swallowed as she looked at the pictures Jasmine had spread out in front of her — all five members of what was once the Allaire family visible within each one. She focused particularly on her own face, which gazed back at her, every time just as unfamiliar to her now.

“Your point?” she asked quietly, staring hard at the most recent of the photos.

“We’ll photocopy all of these, Allaire,” Jasm...

Josephine had succumb to life’s hurdles more than the average girl did in her home town. Accustomed to settling for bare necessities in life since her younger years; beginning her life as the soul purpose of her mothers determination, to the new home she found at her grandparents after her mothers passing, eventually ending her childhood years with foster parents due to her elders remorsefully bei...

I don’t know what to do. I keep getting random photos from someone that I don’t even know but they claim to know me. They say they love me. They say if I tell anyone all of my secrets will be leaked to the world. Now that is something I definitely do not want to happen....

Hannah got the note. She knew we were serious. If she does exactly what we say, everything will end up fine. She would have nothing to worry about.

They had proof. That’s what the note said. Proof of what? Well since you asked, I’ll tell you but I’m going to have to go back to the end of last year.

My sister, Emily, and I were inseparable. In fact, you could say that we were identical in every ...

A thousand words and a thousand more, none of them explained who what when where and why. Those things only I knew . Or so I thought. I’ve only kept two. Forbidden. But its safe hidden and so far away it’s as if they never existed. At least that’s what I thought. It’s summer there and the flowers flow in the gentle breeze her hair so long past her butt dark with soft curls and she’s smiling up at...

(In this concept, the kingdom will be placed in a modern concept to go with the idea)

The night was slowly coming to an end as the warm, vibrant colours began to emerge from the abyss that laid on across the countryside. Small creatures awakening from their peaceful slumber as villagers began walking to the local market in hopes on selling their own, homemade food or items in hopes of shillings o...

This had become a normal occurrence. She would disagree with one of his proposals and he would wave that stupid photo in her face with a threatening smirk. It was always the same thing; something that had gone on way too long. He knew he could control her with that one simple photograph, it had been working for years. What he did not know, however, is that she was getting tired of it. Each time th...