Writing Prompt

Characters pov:

I sat at the table, legs kicked up on it, crossed at the ankle.

Everything was fine until…

SHE walked in.

I couldn't help but narrow my eyes in annoyance at her mere presence.

What exactly did she do to me you ask?

Nothing.

She just gets everything under the sun, she gets all the praise, all the admiration from our peers.

Everything.

And here I am getting not a damn thing....

There is a spark inside me

That needs to be put out

But I can’t extenguish it

I desperately long

For the cool still body

Of those without a spark

If I do not put it out

It will turn into a fire

That consumes my very being

Oh you should see me grasping at the air

For a way to put it out

And be still like the others

But still inside me

The spark burns

And throughout me it passionately courses

...

Was it that like?

Responding to a text and putting it out of your mind. Me? I spend ten minutes on just one text. Reply, re-reread, rehearse, repeat. Until I’ve drilled it into my mind. Well, I wouldn’t want to miss any details, wouldn’t want to have you think I ignored you, or get the date and time of our next hangout wrong.

Getting an invite and acknowledging it only once to know it’s been p...

You fix your hair with a nonchalant aura, sit with your friends and laugh freely. I stare and a feeling grows in my gut. My life could be so much like yours if things could change all over the place i exist, but that is no more than just a mere dream. Alone i sit while thinking of that alternate world, i keep staring, wondering if there is a world i can be like you.

That is funny, because being li...

_What would it take for you to finally and genuinely love me? Would you ever or would you just feel regret? How about guilt? I should resent you but I can’t find a bone in my body that feels that way. I know I’m being used. I notice it more and more each day. I wish you would notice how you’re making me feel. I shouldn’t have to unclothe myself for you to love me. Notice me. Or even want me. But t...

She has a Blue silk dress,

Pink heels,

“Stop it ,,,,, your hurting yourself “

Gold purse,

Long hair,

Pretty eyes,

Skinny body…

Ohhhhhhhhh...

I can’t help but bitterly contort my face as she passes me by. Luminous threads of golden hug her shoulders. her spine poised as a pole. I imagine her facial features are giddy with glee at their harminous sculpture.

I scrunch my fist and tighten my jaw as i reajust myself accordingly. Her radiant scent announces her approach, and I follow her gaze in desperation. I flutter my overly pampered la...

Their pillows seem more comfortable

Then mine

Even if it’s the same amount of feathers

Same gently whirring fan

Blasting temperature

Given form between

The fingers

In your hands

The same pattern where they lay

Im in love with what they cover in

But it’s the same duvet

So why do they seem

To be so pleased to be at peace

Every bone in their body

Relaxed and so appeased?

Every time I s...

It festers and broods within me. Gnashing in the pit of my stomach, begging for satisfaction. Knots roll and boil in my stomach, the ache buckling my knees. Because I am without you.

Instead it’s he that’s taken you. I fiend for the touch and scent of you, yearning to know it so keen as does he. My pallete blank, lacking the flavors that once nourished and inspired, now left broken and unseas...

Jackson and Scarlett were at the club while Solomon sat in the apartment reading- well with his hands.

Jackson stood at the bar swirling his beer and looking over at Scarlett and her Paloma cocktail. Accompanying her was a guy, a different, guy.

They danced and danced while Jackson’s eyes got narrower and darker by the second.

Then a loud crack, followed by a **_sm...