Writing Prompt

The zip of the bag opening was deafening in the spacious, echoey room. I cracked the zipper open and peered into the cavernous interior. A neat row of envelopes of different sizes and colors was tucked snugly into the main compartment. They seemed to be organized into three separate clusters, each held together by thin rubber bands of different colors.

‘This might be it,’ I thought to myself, run...

In a small coastal town, nestled between towering cliffs and the crashing waves of the sea, there lived an old fisherman named Samuel. Samuel was known for his captivating storytelling, and every evening, the locals would gather around him, eager to hear his tales of the sea and its mysteries.

One stormy night, as the rain poured down and the wind howled outside, the villagers sought refuge in th...

walking through the hall,

my eyes fell on a piece of art,

a piece of art trapped by a frame,

a frame keeping it away from the cruel world,

and then i noticed that the art my eyes saw was not that of any kind,

it was one showing more than just meaning,

it was one that made me feel something,

feel the hollowness

the grief

the sadness

the mischief

and the damage was already done,

the damage was a...

Shovel in my hand

Diggin up this land to

put

you

in

Thought you got away with it

But you definitely didn’t

I saw the pictures

I saw the texts

You’re fucking around with the Blair witch

But she don’t know….I’m that bitch

Malice in your head

Not one care, you just wanna take her to bed

All this is a parasocial relationship

I thought you were loyal but that was a lie

Hogtied in the ground

Th...

“I was listening.” I lie, although it’s obvious I didn’t hear a word she said. How could I? The thoughts of everyone around us are flickering through my mind. It’s like turning a page in a book except the book is a different one every second and you have no clue what’s happening because you never get past the first page.

“What did I say?” She asks.

Ha, got me. “Okay, I’m sorry. Tell me again.”

...

Connie hated museums. So you can imagine her disappointment when she found out her parents had paid for her to go on the museum trip with her school.

The museum was made up of several areas, history was one, science another, and it also housed an art gallery with some of the most intriguing pieces created by unknown artists.

Connie had no interest in art, nobody in her class did, they all want...

“Did I ever tell you the story of—“ Aunt Theresa said.

My belly tighten. It was the big game day. I was lugging my trays of pretzel bites and sweet mustard to the already crowded dining room table. Rose rolled her eyes at my store bought offering. I gave her a fuck off raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, Auntie Terry, we know, we know. Lil hand me those friggin’ napkins,” Rose said.

I shoved a towering stac...

It was 8:30pm at sunrise camp for girls and they were at the campfire waiting to be told a story.

The three girls from bayside middle school named Natalie, Rihanna, and Addison were about to whiteness a story no one had heard before

The story started and the girls figured out that it wasn’t a scary story. But a story of adventure. The girls didn’t get why it wasn’t a scary story, the girls were...

“Tell it again, Grandpa! Please tell us!”

The children gathered at their grandfather’s feet as he sat in his rocking chair. He had just finished telling them the tale of the adventures of his youth. They, in disbelief needed to hear it in its entirety once more to truly understand the magnitude of it.

He heaved a great sigh, but with a twinkle in his eye, scooped his youngest granddaughter on h...

One sided anything’s don’t work

Not balance not relationships.

Definitely not boxes.

Contingency plans, honesty, morals

All no gos.

The way you raise your children.

The way you spend your love.

Try and do any of these activities alone

You are a scrub a selfish bottom feeder keeping your babies from god knows what.

Do them with a partner you are a spineless coward who can’t stand on your own. ...