Writing Prompt

As I walked along the cold damp streets of New York City I felt a sudden sense of calm. My head was held high and my arms hung slightly as if I was entirely unstressed.

I felt the chill air climbing up my spine as I smelt the crisp scent of a hotdog. My stomach grumbled and I seemingly floated toward the cart. The red thick ketchup dripping down the side of the savory treat reminded me of th...

“Not again”, I think, my shoulders unconsciously slumping forward as I steel myself for the inevitable conversion to follow. For a split second, I imagine myself melting into the hot New York City sidewalk, morphing like Keanue Reeves in the Matrix and sliding down into the grime and cigarette butts that make up the fabric of these iconic city streets. That would be far preferable to the conversat...

Tess was walking around New York thinking about Mattheo and his new roommate.

”Ugh this is so infuriating!” she whispered.

Just then she locked eyes with someone who caught her attention.

Tess turns around.

”No way…” the girls says wide eyed.

Tess gasps, “Alissa!”

Both girls hug each other.

”What are you doing here!” Tess chuckles.

”Well I knew you lived in New York and wanted to visit you...

Strolling down a dimly lit street i took in the sweet, sweet silence.

My acute hearing caught footsteps ahead. My hands began to itch in anticipation though i knew there was no way in hell anyone could find me here. A silhouett appeared in the distance. As they came closer i made out a woman with long, dark hair, a work suit and a purse.

I lowered my head. Slipping my hands into the jacket poc...

In crowds, I’ve mastered the art of invisibility. With my downcast eyes and movements as quick as an expensive sports car I’m imperceptible to the average passerbyer. Yet, today, for some reason, I walk like I’m a part of their world. In doing so, I notice someone who seems so familiar to me. It takes a moment for my mind to stray to a memory.

“My nǎinai once said our family was sensitive to spi...

“Hey,” I shout, turning around.

I bend down to pick up the bags that were knocked out of my hands.

I gather them up, pushing my hair out of my face as I stand up.

“No,” I whisper.

A boy walks past me, no not a boy. It’s Kol.

His eyes grow wide as he catches my eye.

We stare at each other, time slowing down.

Kol shakes his head, looking away. I keep my eyes on him. How? He’s here.

I drop my bags...

That face, a face my mind can vaguely recall, those features all so familiar and yet so distant. Even as I walk away I know I know that face. If I allow it, that face will plague my dreams.

I must have another look.

That face stares back at me, tears in its eyes, mouth agape in horror. Ah, yes I know that face. It’s aged a bit, but I know it’s them. It’s the face of the child that watched me sla...

Jaques lightly bobbed his head to the music only he could hear and scrolled through his phone as he walked to class. The words spoken to him through his headphones seemed understand him in ways that no one else could.

Even his siblings couldn’t seem to comprehend how hard it was for him to talk to others. His eldest sister, Ace, had no problem speaking her mind, especially when being accused ...

I hum to myself, desperate to fill the silence. I thought a walk would make it easier to clear my head, but all it seems to do is leave me nothing to distract myself with. Everything out here can be a source for anxiety. The absence of the constant blabbering of the cicadas, the way the birds seemed to have flown from the trees the second I went near them. My fists are curled tightly. God, I feel ...

The day was ordinary in every way. The air was cool and crisp, the birds were singing and people were rushing to work. But for Reilly, it was just another day.

She followed her usual morning routine of making a Chai Latte with spinach eggs and toast, cuddling her fluffy white cat, and picking out an outfit that would make her feel fabulous. Today, she chose a flowing white blouse, fitted jeans, ...