Writing Prompt

I didn’t know what to expect when I was handed the package of photos at the counter. The camera was so old I was unsure it would even develop. The entire drive home I kept the envelope in my lap, almost protective of what they held. I wasn’t sure why I did.

I opened the door to children running up and wrapping their arms around my legs. I ruffled their heads of thick brown hair and greeted them wi...

We bought the old house a few weeks ago, but finally had time to clean it out. It was dirty, dusty work, and my allergies weren’t having it. “Okay,” Simon said. “I’ll tackle the attic, if you clean the shed outside. It should be less dusty.” My ass it would be less dusty, but I knew he was getting annoyed with my constant sneezing. My roommate was a bit of a hypochondriac. Good thing, it wa...

I fade to grey, I suggest you turn away.

My oxygen depletes or I should say it burns low.

Once a picture laid now an old cameras memory it will stay.

Now and I don’t know how the camera deletes me, so who am I to be?

Just another generation blowing away, to be forgotten in the futures today?

I’m sewing my mind to find who I am supposed to be.

I’m never free i’m in resume to the people who have app...

Red Devil’s pumpkin spice,

Silver smiles, a portrait so nice.

Reminiscing back to that night,

Little siblings to young to fright.

No longer wearing a mask,

How’s your day? He’ll never ask.

No longer pictures speak perfect,

No matter how hard you try to work it.

Silver strands showing way to early,

I’m barely even turning thirty.

The devil is a costume no longer,

We’re older now... ...

Secrets. Precious secrets, I hold you in my hands. How I have longed for you to tell me what I desire. I hold you to the light to see what the light reveals, the all-knowing entity that can answer my questions.

I stare and wonder. Wonder and I stare. I can not comprehend what I am seeing. I crumple the roll film and discard it in disgust. How could this be? I wanted answers, not more questions. ...

I waved goodbye to Marcus, from the living room window, watching him grow smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared around the bend.

He’s gone, I thought, as I leapt up and ran towards his room.

I knew I just had to try to find the cause of my son’s sudden change in behaviour. He’d become so withdrawn lately, well past the realms of puberty.

Ignoring the growing revulsion I felt for myself...

The beginning of the roll shows a sunrise that is glorious and shows a sign of promise for the day. Then there is a family at the breakfast table, starting the day together. There are pictures of flowers in the garden, being kissed by butterflies and bumble bees. a cat lounges on the front porch.

Children are home from school and studious at the table. The starts it fade into the horizon. The. Co...

What is happiness? Is it a thought or an emotion? Is it real? Happiness is something that millions of people feel. It’s not real. It’s a lie. It’s fraud. Happiness is just another mask, hiding what’s really real, hiding the truth and the real you. Some people are genuinely happy and some people turn their noses up at the thought of it. Like a hot summers day, some people love the sun and heat, whe...

i could hear the sirens from miles away, only revealing further to myself what i had really done. the feeling of metal on my red hands, resting on the leathery seats of that police car, was nothing but foreign. I was accustomed to the law, i had had my fair share of misdemeanors, but nothing like that, like what i had done that ungodly day. The interview was even worse.

“Hello, mary, right?”

“um, ...

“Guys maybe we shouldn’t,” Robin worriedly suggested to his friends.

“Don’t be like that Robin, you’re always trying to ruin all the fun.” Chloe said shutting him up. The group of kids began to look through the developed pictures, all jaws dropped at the images they saw.

“W-why would s-someone even photograph something like that...” Sarah asked before vomiting in the trash can to the left of her...