Writing Prompt

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, m...

You know those towns that are just a set of stores along a railroad track? That’s where I live. It’s almost the only place I’ve ever seen.

My Dad’s in the military, and he’s been all over the world. Like ALL over the world. He’s brought me things from Japan, Sudan, Iran, and five other -ans. But we mostly just stay here in Bell Buckle. He says it’s safe here where we know almost everyone.

But I ...

It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. I parked the car and began walking down Main Street.

There was a white cottage to my right with a sign that read ‘Threads & Things.’ A few houses down I passed a purple two story Victorian style building that appeared to be a bed and breakfast. It had a wrap around porch with Adirondack chairs on the lawn.

There were two wom...

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I yawn and stretch, and my sister, Briar, romps into my room, her feet heavy and click-clacking on the ground.

“Wake up, Rosie Posie!” She exclaims, shaking my soft pink bed. I moan, “but…” “Todays your first day of school!” She says.

I reluctantly ris...

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“Elina,”...

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As a detective in Ivy Creek, nothing much happens. Every now and then, it’s the occasional robbery or noise complaint. Nothing more, nothing less in this quaint, lit...

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It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Children would play all day and all night. Adults would talk to each other and teens would gossip about what was going on at school. It was a peaceful town -- no discrimination, no racism, no bullying....nothing at all.

It was all like that until 1972, when the first case of bullying was recorded. You see, the Potato King was a ...

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With a click of her tongue and a smile, his psychiatrist, Dr. Garza, says, "Elizabeth, you do realize the gravity of this situation, right? We must take precautions to ensure it never happens again."

Elizabeth chuckles softly, affectionately rubbing Thomas’ head. "Happen again? O...