Writing Prompt

I spent my whole life thinking love was something you had to earn,

Something you had to fight to get

And suffer to keep

Something that made you give up pieces of yourself for another human being.

But then you showed up and you reminded that love is easy

You showed me that it can walk into your life

On a Tuesday afternoon

And say "you I pick you"

Not because of who you are

Or what you do

But...

Warm autumn breeze brushes past my skin, and I feel every delightful piece of it as a delicious cup of coffee warms my hands. I look around a busy coffee shop, butt happy and comfortable at my favorite spot that I had to fight someone to get.

_Peace. Finally._

See, my life hasn't always been peaceful, more so, Reckless, and fun, with crazy outbursts. But I’ve put that life behind me. Well... Ma...

We bumped into each other or rather our hands bumped into each other. Only real focus on something can take a person so far into their own head they don’t notice a pending collision. That our game of chicken (hands) was happening in the local public library at the card catalogue only added to the farce of our first meeting. The inadvertent fist bump a result of the two of us looking for the same b...

Eddie Strauss was a man of many talents. His first loves was always books. He would spend hours at a time reading up on anything he could find. Even into adulthood Eddie always made a few weekly trips to the library to find some new reading material. Today he was looking through the psychology side of things. Deciding he was gonna read a few excerpts from “The laws of human nature” by Robert Green...

I yawn as I flip the page in my boring algebra book. What kind of torturous device is this?

Ms. Brandowald is constantly yelling at me to not fall asleep, but it’s her fault.

I find my eyelids falling heavy and try hard not to let them close.

“Psst!” I hear someone say loudly in my ear.

I jump, falling off of my chair and onto the floor.

I had come to the library to study but found myself grabbing...

Moxie Sunflower wandered aimlessly around the library searching for her next victim, the victim being a book of course.She didn't have a clear picture in mind of what she'd hope to stumble upon, but when did Moxie ever? she is known for incredibly peculiar impulse. Moxie meandered her fingertips against the dozen of novels in search for the right one, She ultimately is intrigued as soon as she see...

Reading

Turns

Into

Speeding...

Sitting in a library quiet calm

A bank robbery taking place outside

The robbers move into the library with guns

He goes and disarms the robbers single handed

Jumps onto a car and races down I a duel along the streets...

"So where do you want to meet?" he asked, which I appreciated. I don't always care for people making decisions for me.

"How about the library? It's quiet and won't be crowded", and it's filled with light and there's no alcohol.

"Sure that sounds good. Noon?"

"Noon is fine".

I pull up to the library and see a man that looks like the man I matched with on Hitch. Mark was his name. Mark Cunningham. ...

The smell of dusty old books filled my senses. It was eerily quiet and empty, just as it always was. The poor little library never welcomed anyone in through its doors anymore.

I kicked back in my chair, grabbing a random book off a pile. Under the layer of dust the cover is crisp, new stock almost untouched.

In bold red letters read “**Redline Run**” against a black background.

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