Writing Prompt

Shit.

Mark was right, I shouldn’t have had a quick fix of heroin at 8 AM in the fucking morning.

I can’t even drink my coffee as it splashes onto my shaking hand.

Fuck, it’s itchy.

I scratch the crook of my elbow, the place irritated as I remember the needle piercing my viens.

I look down at it, the scabs a week fresh.

The weather was too damn good to wear a long sleeve in and not to m...

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾

𝟣𝟪+ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖲𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 �...

“Well you have to quit fooling around now and go to the damn doctor,” Frankie said.

Dustin rubbed his temples as the growing goose egg on his forehead throbbed.

“I’m fine, I just need to sleep.”

“You slept like a log last night. Go to doctor, bae. “

Dustin half listened to his wife while remembering the restless night before. He had tossed half the night until Frankie ordered him out of the bed a...

One year, three months before Jason Strange’s arrest.

Tyrone woke up in an empty room, lit only by a florescent light. Frightened, he looked around him trying to make sense of his current situation. He was just in a coffee shop having coffee, charging up, but then he felt dizzy.

“Hello?” He called out.

Nobody answered. But even though nobody answered, somebody was watching him. A camera. A secu...

I feel dizzy. My head falls as I lose sense of where I am. You know when you feel like you know where you are but you can’t pinpoint it. I woke up in a starry night sky. I looked around to see spheres floating. I stand up and grab one as a memory comes flooding through my head. Me on a middle school quad sprinting after my friends lead me astray. They stole the book I use to escape. And leave this...

Sixteen-ounce drip coffee, splash of cream, no sugar, blueberry scone, two chairs away from the window, back to the wall.

That was Tim. Some might call it boring or predictable. Tim felt it was comforting.

It would happen every so often someone else would sit in the second chair from the window. Tim did not make a fuss. He simple found another chair with his back to the wall. San Clemente is a...

Like it or not we all fall into a routine from time to time. The monotony of daily life frees up mental real estate for other pursuits. And so it was for Jim.

He wakes up at 7 am, briefly does some basic calisthenics and stretches, followed by a revitalizing cold shower and other morning ablutions, gets dressed and heads on to work.

8:30 he steps into Le Chat Chanceux, orders his usual iced cof...

I took a careful sip of the steaming coffee, the warmth reaching down to my toes. I sighed contentedly, nothing could beat a cup of coffee on a cold winter day. Just then, the barista brought my freshly baked scone and placed it next to my newspaper. She flashed her familiar smile at me, and like everyday, I thanked her and tipped her. Once I had finished the newspaper sudoku, I felt the need to u...

“He spiked your drink.”

“He what?!”

Armand sighs, fiddling with the small glass between his fingers. His gaze is frozen.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Well, it kind of just went black.. my head whirred, my surroundings disappeared.. and— agh!”

A blistering pain throbs at my head. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears, although it sounds awfully scratchy and high pitched.

“Take this.”

Armand rolls...

It was a Monday morning and my coffee machine broke. So I invited my friends Jonathan and Mark to go get some coffee at a nearby coffee shop right before school.

We arrived at the coffee shop, and ordered the usual which is the iced caramel macchiato with almond milk.

“Unfortunately we are out of almond milk. Is regular milk okay?” asked the cashier.

“Yeah it’s fine.” I said.

And so the baristas ...