Writing Prompt

TW!!! SA and Abuse

His hands continued to travel from my neck, down to my hips, and then to the waistline of my shorts. No. I tell him I am not in the mood. He flips me on my stomach, his weight crushing me, suffocating me. No. I tell him I am tired. His fingers pull down my neon pink Under Armour shorts just below the crease where my thighs meet my butt. “No.” I feel him inside of me. “C’mo...

What am I good at?

I’ve come to realize

Some things about

Me versus my best friend

With many activities

Shes better than me

At drawing

Singing

Dancing

Even writing

What am I good at?

What am i good at?

She would say a bunch of things

My family would say a bunch of things

All these are lies

I am no good compared to her

Everyone picks her

Voice

Drawing

Story

What am I good at?

People sto...

Life

It male you cry

It makes you please

It makes you bleed

Life

It makes you happy

It makes joyyou

It brings sunshine

Life

Brings darkness

It brings us death

It brings us depression

Life

Brings us family

Brings us excitement

Brings us new days

Life

When is there enough good

And enough bad

When will it all enc...

Something isn’t right.

My caramel cappuccino lacks the sweetness it usually has; it’s bitter and dull. I frown with disappointment, but take another sip despite it. I need the caffeine to get through today, considering I have a project to complete tonight.

Something isn’t right.

I enter the library and not a soul is in here. I scan the front desk for any signs of a worker, and find none. Unsur...

I didn’t mean to kill her.

She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,

And still my mind thuds with pain and regret,

Guilt, because she was a friend, not because it was a crime.

I didn’t mean to kill her.

My head whirls, thoughts of sadness taking over my brain.

I frown and smile, I laugh and cry,

I feel I’m going insane.

I didn’t mean to kill her.

If there was another way, if there was ...

“Honey I’m home!” He exclaimed, waving the signed loans in his hand.

“Honey we’re home” he whispered squeezing her arm, as they marveled at their new restaurant.

“Honey they’re home” he shouted, carrying his two children on his back.

“Honey he’s home” he cried, hugging his son in military clothes.

“Honey your home” he sighed, as she showed him the doctors note.

“Honey come home” he whimpered...

Why?

Why don’t we smile?

Do we even see the stars,

Feel the air,

breathe the light into our souls?

Do we even look for the good

anymore?

Why?

Why?

Why with our words do we kill the earth?

With beautiful breath blessed to us

Lives are destroyed with lies

And with hatred and darkness

And more lies.

Why do we curse the light?

Can we not even see it in front of our eyes?

Does humanity even want...

"Tell me!" My heart hurt like someone was trying to reach into my chest and pull it out. My breathing raced and I felt my face twist into something horrible.

He looked distraught. "I I I I don't know. I mean I do know. I did it because it was what felt safest."

I shook my head, "Tell me why you did this over ALL of the other things you could have done. ALL of the other courses of action." I gestu...

“Don’t worry about it,” she said as she closes the envelope, tucking the top flap into it so Olivia could open it easily. “She’ll love your gift, Ellie, it’ll be fine.”

When I came home crying about Rhys continually tearing my drawings during break and lunch, she whispered it into my hair, “Don’t worry about it.” And I listened, and Rhys was pulled out of the classroom a week later to get a lect...

I don’t trust you,

I don’t trust you after you proved to me countless times I never meant a damn thing to you.

I don’t trust you,

I don’t trust you after you kept me tightly gripped in your hand as I gave and gave and gave everything I could to be, what?

An object, you constantly took from. And never let me make my own choices and breathe.

I don’t trust you, and I never trusted you, constant r...