Writing Prompt

What kind of psycho goes on a solo holiday. “To pee or to poop. That is the question” - Herby Handcock...

Normally when something sad happens I like to stay home. But not this time. I think I need to try something new. So I’m in the back of a taxi. Driving towards the middle of nowhere.

I have a family cabin away from everything. I had never seen it before. It’s already late enough to see stars. A lot of them. It looks like a little girl spilt an entire bottle of glitter in the sky. When the taxi st...

Joel, a weary soul seeking solace and a break from the chaos of everyday life, embarked on a solo holiday to an old countryside villa nestled in a secluded and beautiful place. The villa stood as a timeless refuge, surrounded by lush greenery and bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun.

As Joel settled into the tranquility of his surroundings, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipatio...

Turnaround ticket became an one way once embodied by the Greek pathway, leading straight to the your doorstep....

She was determined to bring everything into the maison in a single trip, so she shouldered the door in. She lugged a suitcase, both her hands were occupied in a death defying balancing act of groceries and art supplies.

The air had a heaviness to it, stale from a lack of lungs circulating it. It was her late father’s summer home (a secret getaway he used to prefer for extramarital trysts while s...

I boarded the plane early this morning by myself and very nervous. I’m used to planes, but not by myself. Yesterday, I turned twenty and my present from mom was a plane ticket I’ve been begging her for since I was six. I needed this now more than ever. I took my seat in coach and waited for takeoff to begin. As soon as it did I connected my headphones to the screen ahead of me and put my playlist ...

It was beautiful.

There was a strong tree in the yard, with a rickety old swing tied to its branches. It was too fragile to actually be used, but Sam liked to imagine that it had been used before. That it had been the centerpiece of shrieking laughter and childish whispers. He could imagine the exuberant smiles, warm with the sun.

There would be popsicles eaten on the porch, leaving sticky finge...

Forgive me for the pain I have caused

I’m sorry I reacted that way

I’m sorry I left

I need you to forgive me, I need you.

I’m in love with you....

After months of negotiations, airing dirty laundry, and conceding more than she’d hope, Angela was finally free. Divorce was never a path she saw for herself, but then again, does anyone?

She took some of her settlement money and jetted off to a small villa in the country. The goal was relaxing solitude. The excursion was her mom’s idea - a palate cleanser.

She stepped out of the cab and closed ...

Clara looked at the old countryside villa from the window of the taxi van that had picked her up from the airport and had transported her an hour to this secluded place.

She supposed most people might see an idyllic and charming vacation home. She saw ivy climbing up the sides of the house. She saw flowers growing around the house and in the extensive gardens. She saw pebbled pathways leading up...