Writing Prompt

“Please,” Tao scoffed, subtly rolling his eyes. “You know she’s perfect for me.”

I raised my eyebrows, incredulous.

“Oh, is that so? I’d be thrilled for you to enlighten me _how_.” He didn’t waste a second.

“We like the same music. She knows about where I grew up. Her favourite colour is red, like mine.” I could tell that he was scrambling for words with every thought he tried to pluck from his...

Authenticity is demonstrated through one's communication style, integrity, reliability, strong reputation, discernment, commitment, loyalty, sincerity, and consistent adherence. This recognition is a genuine show of respect that serves as a safeguard against potential threats. It is filled with affection, good wishes, and blessings, ensuring positive outcomes only. The future is influenced by a hi...

Oreos and milk

cigarettes and coffee

winter and mittens

A good book and a better nook

Crisp bacon and strawberry jam

saccharomyces boulardii

and modified citrus pectin

a mild antihistamine

and a major SSRI

quiet and still

shaking legs and muffled cries

cheap red and a choice cut

Friday morning and 800 numbers

16 years and this coming January

the preacher and the choir

praise and the sway of a...

“I really like her and I will treat her like a princess. Well not a princess because she would probably stab me if I did that. Treat her like a warrior is probably more appropriate,” Ward rambles.

It makes Haze want to melt with how sweet he is being but also laugh like a hyena at the same time. He’s being ridiculous. She approves of him already. Maybe even before Nova liked him.

Ward is const...

I’m a good man.

Raised in the South until I drifted West like a tumbleweed.

Meeting Michelle was a moment that God must have arranged.

Meeting her friends must have been something the Devil planned.

Snickering because of my Southern drawl, my values, all the small things a lowly person would make humor of.

But I’m a good man.

So I’ll hold the door open for them, their eyes examini...

“Petrichor.”

“Huh?”

“That’s the smell you’re describing—petrichor.”

Cecil blinked. “I didn’t know there was a word for it. That’s such a specific scent.”

“I get curious about random things sometimes, so one day when it had that damp smell I wanted to describe it better and I looked up some rainy day words and found the word petrichor.”

James smiled silently. He wasn’t sure if his friends...

It fells like we’ve been together for years

Through the tears

Through the turmoil

Through the laughs

And cries

And sighs

And fights

And long nights

Of holding hands

Walking in the sand

Even though

We’ve been together

For a week!...

“Look at me right in my eye

I told you “I swear I’m her guy”

I see the smile from miles away

And I can tell it’s her

I can always tell it’s from a silly voice I did

Just to tell her that her toast was ready

, it’s not a lie I can walk with her for miles and miles

Just to hear what she says about the trees and the bugs

Could you tell me the same! I bet you wouldn’t know her favorite brand of ...

Ok listen

No

Please just listen

Ok fine I’m listening

I can treat her really well

Stop

What

I’ve heard enough

I haven’t even said a full sentence

Now you have

You didn’t even hear me out

You never said hear you out you said listen and I listened

You know you’re really a dick

And that’s why you aren’t good enough

For what calling you a dick

Yep

Unbelievable

You know...

Bernie sips his Diet Coke slowly as he eyes me coolly, while Gary picks at his fingernails distractedly.

“He’s been in there for a while, huh? Maybe we should steal his fries.” I meekly offer this lame attempt for friendly small talk but can see I’m getting nowhere by Gary’s brow-furrowing and intensified fingernail picking.

“So, did I mention I have been collecting David Fincher VHSs and foun...