Writing Prompt

It was a normal Thursday morning. I was in line for my morning coffee before work when I got a text from my friend. She was going on and on about her new boyfriend. Caileb was exactly her type, nice, quiet, had glasses and liked writing poetry. He also had that soft brown hair and blues eyes she loved. Amy was head-over-heals for this guy! He had woken her up this morning with a text-poem about th...

Charlie iba prácticamente corriendo hacia su próxima clase de artes, llevaba llegando tarde en sus dos anteriores clases y el profesor ya estaba empezando a notarlo y siendo aún más exigente con el por eso, era tan exigente que absolutamente todos sus compañeros (y el mismo) tenía claro que realmente amaban el arte, porque el profesor Sokolov era uno de los más temidos, aún así era uno de los mej...

The battlefield reeks of sweat, blood, and wet grass. Blades clash in the distance like thunder, and bodies drop one by one into the mud.

Blood splatters across my face as I slide my knife through a man’s neck. It's warm, thick, and smells metallic. Just ahead, Riken barely manages to stab someone in the side with his sword before rushing forward.

“You have to actually kill them before moving on...

Another afternoon sitting at the bar with a drink in hand. This time my laptop isnt dead and im actually focusing on the task at hand. Which is coming up with clever designs for a clothing line. My clothing line.

“Not having a boss would be kind of cool” i admitted to my sister while she took my empty glass and started making me another drink.

“And coming up with designs are fun! Although, i don...

“Hey Kat you should meet my friend!”

“Okay!”

Now we text nonstop for a few hours each day. Then we meet at the mall.

After my friends says that it seemed she was third wheeling both of us…

Maybe it’s delusion but we did call yesterday and now today for almost the entire day.

Maybe it’s delusion but he’s pretty cute.

I met a boy.

A nice boy.

Maybe… my boy....

We met at a bar it was a very charming encounter.

I like to lips I like her lips. She like my smile. Her eyes gleamed into mine eye is flooded. My heart beat more my pulse beat it like a butterfly I could smell the breath of perfume in my mouth and the prickly mess of the hair along my eyebrows the soft skin gestures, imagining the texture of a skin the feeling of her touch the softness of her fac...

Playing soccer didn’t used to come easy for Liam.

It wasn’t the actual sport that was difficult. He loves the rush of the physical activity. The strategy involved excited him. Accomplishing a technical skill gave him satisfaction like nothing else. It was the people. The team dynamic.

Liam is a team player, so he isn’t the issue. It’s when others act weirdly towards him because he’s autistic a...

The bell that hung over the vet clinic door rang out, the noise setting off the previously sleeping Wheaton terrier that sat on top of Cara’s feet into a frantic manic for the third time that morning.

“Lulu. _Stop._” Grabbing her collar, she led her back to her bed beneath her desk. But this wasn’t just a dog, she reminded herself. This was Dr. Garret’s pride and joy, his very reason for existin...

“Another water with lemon?”

“Yes, please,” Larissa said.

With a clunk, the waitress set the glass down on the cafe table. The water sloshed on the table. Droplets landed on her well creased paperback. Larissa rubbed her book cover with the hem of her jacket. This was her fourth glass of water. Her bladder was about to bust. But she wasn’t going to move from this seat at this outdoor cafe. This t...

Life of a lactose intolerant means I am not ashamed of pooping in a public bathroom. With the uncomfortableness of my bowel movements, the passing of gas also occurs. It’s part of the territory. Normally, I am on the dealing end of those toots, except for this time.

_Crap, not again! _“Be right back,” I noted quickly to the table as I stood and took my purse with me.

“She’s going to poop,” prom...