Writing Prompt

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like a home. Fickle creatures, we humans fully inhabit a place and a space, imposing our entire being on shaping its entire essence…until no more.

In a moment, it all disappears and the place that once was warm, life, and lovely has turned barren. This desert will offer you no further fruits. Best to take leave while you ca...

The key they’d given me still fit in the lock, but the house no longer feels like home. As I step into the dilapidated house and close the door behind me, I’m sixteen again. The heavy grief that has a permanent home in my chest is temporarily replaced with a young sense of familiarity, togetherness, and joy - feelings I haven’t greeted in over 20 years. I gently place the single house key in the s...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock but the house no longer felt like home. Many years had passed since I stepped back into my family home. I brushed my finger along the cabinet and inspected the obsene amount of dust that had accumulated. The furniture within had remained untouched and everything looked the same but without my families presence it all felt wrong. I walked into the dining r...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. It was now a place I hated, a place I kept away from.

But I couldn’t just leave forever.

Part of me wanted to, but the other knew I needed to find out more answers.

All I knew now was that the family that I had been adopted into, the family that had graciously given me a key and welcomed me into their home. T...

The key they'd given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. This was just an empty house, full of memories, but absent of life.

Without her, this place felt hollow. Like somehow, she was the missing piece, the spark that brought everything to life. The room felt quieter, the air thicker, the time much longer.

I could feel her presence all around. The memories were laughin...

Note: I switched up the wording of the prompt a bit

The key they gave me

Still fits the lock

But this house

No longer feels like home

I think of memories

From a time long past

They took place here

But not here

Perhaps it was elsewhere

A place that looks

Exactly the same

But it’s on the right street

This has to be home

But all I see is a house

And none of my memories

Seem to fit here...

the key

is been given

still fit

the lock

but the

house

now didn’t

feel

like home

the love

i felt

still felt

loving

but it

was

no longer

for you

our friendship

still strong

became

punctured

because

i was

no longer

home to you

you’re my

best friend

but i’m

only your best friend

you’re my

love

but im

not yours

he

is

isn’t

he?...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. It’s just a house now that is made of bricks, a foundation of concrete instead of love like I thought it would always be. There are cracks within those bricks making the foundation no longer strong, so the building will collapse one day and I will wait for that day. I will wait to hear those bricks fall down while ...

The key they’d given me still fit in the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I had I stayed away to long. Simply seen to much. I had a whole life while I was away. Even though it was only a year. The terrible things I had been through, the pain and losses of close friends bought through near death experiences was to heavy a weight. It was one I could not put down. I knew that it would fo...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I opened the door as usual, but when I opened it I was greeted with the scent of dust and a clock that no longer ticked. The room was filthy with cloths draped over the furniture in hopes to keep it clean. The wallpaper was no longer colorful and alive, it was faded and stained with dirt. The kitchen no longer had ...