Genevieve tugged on the scraps of cloth encasing her waist. Dingy brown in color but still, they slimmed her already thin waist. Shaping her into more of an hourglass figure, she carefully smooths the ripples that had formed in her skirt. She clears her throat as she surveys herself in the mirror before her.

Dark chocolate eyes fall over the image before her. Long twisted strands of hair in the ...

(Prompt used is actually the first sentence. This is from another prompt app. I just wanted all my things in the same place.)

I do not know what happened.

I remember feeling warm and cold at the same time. Like sweaty and shaking together.

I remember darkness with bursts of light so bright that my eyes had no time to adjust.

I remember grass between my toes, I remember mud under my fingernails.

...

(Prompt used is actually the first sentence. This is from another prompt app. I just wanted all my things in the same place.)

Love, it seems, can be as brutal as death. The cruel sentence scratched it’s way through any lingering thoughts she had of her. How could she have been so stupid? So thoughtless? She had known from the start what they had agreed upon. Still, she’d gotten attached. Carla ha...

His uneasy heart refused to be ignored as it pounded heavy under his ribcage. Every beat felt like it was pulsing through his entire body. He stood still as a statue at the edge of the clearing, scarce foliage and trees separating him from the others. His eyes, green like the forest smoked over in a fog, dart to the other players he could see. Sizing them up and letting each evaluation sink in. Th...

(Some times I have some trouble creating happy pieces; since sad or dark ones always helped me feel like I was letting go of sad or dark thoughts of mine. That used to be the only reason I could really write. To let go. To feel that release. They flow out of me more naturally.. I don’t know. So I thought I’d challenge myself, since I’m trying to beat my writer’s block to death. Here goes..)

I’m C...

My name is Dylan. I am young enough to buy alcohol but old enough to think twice about it. My hair is sandy blond and shaggy like those guys in the popular bands from 2005. My eyes are blue but not normal blue; they’re blue like the bottom of the ocean. My skin is kissed by the sun every day and it shows with it’s caramel tone. I think about how many miles of open water our planet has all the time...

Every Saturday, she sat in the same booth in the same corner of the café. Her name was Chloe. I remember because I always used to write her name on her drinks. She was slight with long dark hair that held her like a wooly blanket against the cold. Her petite button nose barely managed to hold up thick black rimmed glasses. Full ice blue eyes stared through the glass at the screen of her MacBook. D...

“Does anyone want to wager a guess?” Professor Barn taps his yard stick against the blackboard. Upon it, a long and complicated Equation of the Week lay unsolved Monday through Friday as usual. No one caught his eye. “Brandon Hughes? You’ve hardly contributed all year. Any ideas?”

Brandon made unwavering eye contact with the Professor, his bottom lip trembling. “I-.. I..” He stammers. The period ...

She had been staring out the window for hours now, waiting for the slightest of flurries to swell into giant flakes of snow. The sky was a dull but soothing grey and the trees surrounding the property were swaying lazy in the breeze. She could see out past the wilted grass to the lake behind her room; it’s edges were kissed by frost and just starting to sparkle.

It had been so long since she’d fe...