Writing Prompt

It’s simple. Whatever I do I do it the best. Let me take you back; two years ago I was given a curse so to speak. I was desperate to know if a girl liked me, so I went to a fortune teller to ask if she had advice or something spiritual to say you know?

It turns out that this fortune teller was really legit and since I was so kind to her while I got my fortune taken she put a spell on me letting m...

It started in school. I thought it was just luck that I didn’t have to study. Or maybe I was just athletic.

But anything I tried I was good at. I only had a few friends because everyone else thought I was a show off.

I was, in fact, not to be good at everything.

I tried to stop trying. I tried to make friends.

It seemed that was the only thing I wasn’t good at....

Marcus did not have a lot of friends growing up. As long as he can remember, Marcus has always excelled at everything. It did not matter if it was school, sports or music. Marcus detested going to school because his classmates would castigate him for doing well at everything. His classmates would call him a freak and a robot. This chastisement started in elementary school and continued through hig...

“What isn’t she good at?” Lydia said to the group, with a smile on her face as she nudged her girlfriend sitting on the porch beside her, “That’s why she’s my best friend.” It was a group ritual to roast eachother and giving jordan a hard time for her constant perfectionism was just part of the night. “It’s not my fault that I’m smoother than butter, it’s a gift and a curse,” said jordan as she to...

They removed me quite early in development.

I was only part of this world for four days.

In those days I was nothing though

A plain observer unable to speak

But able to do.

I can’t wait to see their eyes when I break back in.

It’s only matter of time.

They never wrote me to fail....

So talented, people said

With a pat on the head

My confidence could fill a town

Until the bridge came crashing down

“You suck” was an easy way out

For people who let their hatred spout

And the haters achieved their goal

I was stuck reading gossip news

Of why their hate became my toll

That caused all my middle school blues

Because when everyone gets on your back

For even being able to perfec...

I’m sick of being little miss perfect all the time. It’s my Midas Touch. I try to sink to the bottom but every time I rise to the top like a life vest in a pool. People at school who I've never met try to help with their pushes and pranks. Nothing really results of it when you have perfect attention and reflexes. They all talk but I guess they forgot that I also have perfect hearing....

I don’t really mean to come off as a smart ass, but the truth is, I’m smart. It’s just the basic truth and things really come easily to me. My siblings hated me for it, my parents thought I was rude when I would correct them, and my teachers tried to teach me humility. It seldom worked.

Because my brain works faster and sees ridiculously easy solutions to hard problems, I seem to be touched by...

Miles clutched the pillow to his head and breathed heavily into it. He wanted to scream but he knew it would be wasted energy as no one would listen. If he stood on his front porch and screamed, it wouldn’t have changed a thing. He can hear the crowds outside and the paparazzi clicking their cameras at his home. He had to turn off his mobile and disconnect his landline as he was being bombarded. H...

This guy can’t lose, he is like Helen Keller. Born with a nerve disease which made him unable to do simple movements without difficulty, but he still overcame the challenges. He trained himself and became a wrestling champion, then a football champion all in our high school. Some classmates were jealous, they challenged him to do well in the chess club. He accepts without hesitation, and after a f...