Writing Prompt

I don’t like my sister

She isn’t very nice

She’s a bully

She teases me

She’s rude

She’s selfish

And she’s never cared for me she’s always the one to make me feel at my lowest

She makes it all about her

And I feel as tho I should let her we’re twins but she’s better

She’s got more friends

She’s prettier

She’s just the dream kid but not the dream sister...

Can’t you hear me

telling you to run

to hide

to leave me here

Can’t you hear me tell you

that there is danger

rapidly approaching

Getting near

Listen to me

look in my eyes

you don’t have much time

So run and hide

Do I need to say it again?

Run away

Its coming for you

You are not safe here...

Hey.

Do me a favor: Don’t read this. I mean it. Please don’t.

If you’re still reading this, I’m sorry. When I wrote this, I told myself I was going to hide it where nobody could find it. I told myself that I was going to fold it as small as I could, bury it in the pages of a boring book, and put it in a brick wall, “Casque of Amantillado” style. And I probably did that. So if you’re reading this...

Ah, I suppose, you who are reading this, are wondering why this is titled “Brains”. That’s quite easy to explain, for I wish to speak to you about that squishy muscle in your head.

Brains determine a person; brains keep and store the memories of people. Sometimes they even throw them out.

Brains, for some reason even though they are important to keeping our hearts beating, are very delicate and ...

Hey, there. Yeah you, you little idiot. The one reading this stupid book. Listen up, you little eejit and listen well…

…you deserve love...

When we finally meet again, will you remember me as I remember you? My thoughts are drawn to you like -how did you put it - like a moth to a flame. I am the moth, and you are the flame. All you need to do is ignite and I will gladly burn for you. The way your eyes light up whenever you discover something new, or the way your brassy copper hair shines under the moonlight, or that little snort when ...

They have to be dating. Of course I don't know for sure. It's just, well, married couples that age—what are they, early-to-mid 40s?—don’t listen to each other with that much intensity. They no longer lean into the conversation; If there is conversation at all. What seems much more common these days is Wife looks at phone, Husband looks at everyone else. But not these two; They are very interested ...

you stare at my eulogies,

looking for sympathetic tragedies.

trying to read between my lines,

as if i’m trying to hide.

and when the ending doesn’t rhyme,

you judge me.

because my life must be a song,

forced to fit silly corsets to belong.

you say words are freedom,

to slice through barriers.

but i see you tying the knots,

locking muses behind golden glass.

we can only twist the words,

bu...

26 years. It took me 26 years to realize where I really was. What I’m really doing. And who really surrounds me.

You’ve surely been lost before right? Made mistakes too?

I was born and raised here in the Community of Saints. It’s all I know. This is what life is like here. I’ve heard the word “cult” before but it never meant anything to me until now.

Now that I am staring at a deceased body in...

People say that I’m too funny…

Yea I don’t see it, do you

I wanted to be a stand up comedian but I could’t cuz I always told my jokes sitting down.

See, I don’t get the humor in that, I’m just another normal human being 😂

This next one would be insulting if I knew what u looked like, but I don’t soooooo

Your funny… funny lookin lol see not funny!...