Writing Prompt

Never ending stories

A man with an imagination

A talker

who will never judge you

Sits all day

waiting for love

someone picks him up

love him

while you can

he will end eventually

He is a forever

that can end

(Its a book)...

I love the way he runs his fingers through my hair, and makes me feel beautiful even on my worst days. His touch is gentle yet firm, guiding through the tangles of my life with ease. He knows just how to smooth out the knots, bringing order to the chaos with a few deft strokes. There's a kindness in his caress, a silent reassurance that no matter how disheveled I feel, he's there to put me back to...

Freshly out of the box. Put together. Brand new. No dogs allowed. It is a replacement. Big and grey, with a corner and some recliners. A cupholder or two. A young man and woman come to sit. They each have water cups and put them in place. A tiny spill happened in the middle of the movie they were watching. Everyone made a fuss trying to clean their new couch. It's was spotless. At first.

Two mont...

“Oh, so now you want to?”

“The moment you don’t think you should?”

“Really?”

“Idiot.”

“Complete, utter idiot.”

“You…”

“You are an idiot.”

“You’re so stupid I want to laugh.”

“I just can’t believe you.”

“Stupid.”

“WOULD YOU QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES AT THE SAME TIME AS ME?!”...

I am the truth.

I am not what you think is in yourself

I am not what you think of yourself

I am simply you.

And I have been many other souls,

To placate the fact that I don’t have one of my own.

Maybe I held a real purpose once,

Maybe I felt real once,

But I’m shallow.

Were I liquid you would never get your arm through.

Were I a portal there would be nothing on the other side.

You would end where...

Take the desert sands from a cursed, ancient city and strain it through a sieve. Collect it again underneath. Take the sand to fire and set it alight, then take the gilded crumbs and grind them down with pestle and mortar until smooth. Add water from a nearby, arcane stream to intensify its effects and stretch the potion out. Watch as the sands dissolve like salt. Liquified, watch as it grows to s...

Numerous generations of the same family had passed through it. In each hand that held it, it experienced a range of feelings. It had seen young Timmy grow up to marry his childhood bestfriend. His father’s aged hands held it with years of wisdom passed through to the study until he could no longer read. Timmy’s height and age were recorded on it from years past. At last, a maintenance guy put his ...

A one way portal, both entirly hated and loved. Nothing by a cheep copy, a sad copy, an angry, happy, broken copy. Smashed, empethy over flowing but never able to show it. Broken peices still refecting sad and unwanted. A mirror, both hated and loved....

My clock always talks to me. At the time I want to wake up, it says “it’s time to wake up, exercise, wash up, and eat breakfast!”

Then a bit later, it tells me “don’t be late for work!” After hearing that, I drive to work.

While I’m at work, I hear it saying “that was supposed to be completed today.” After hearing that, I hurry to complete my work.

At around noon, I can hear it saying “you shoul...

Everyday I sit next to what I want to be. They’re bright and lively. Thriving despite the less than optimal conditions “our” parent provides. Shes’s theirs too. They are green, I am, what, grey, a little sad, pale green mixed in. My color fades everyday. They may be able to die but they can thrive too. I reach for the light too. I may not need it but I want it. Just to be like them.

My real...