Writing Prompt

My breathing is heavy.

Unsteady.

I feel small,

Begging myself to not bawl.

Something in my chest coils around me,

And I can’t see.

My vision blurs

Something inside me stirs.

I reach

Feeling each…

Each wall

Each hall.

Each forestall.

Everything pressing in

Smashing into my skin.

I fall.

Needing to be small.

Curl up

Don’t look up

Don’t reach up

For the sun isn’t there.

For the people don’t care.

I ...

Blue eyes stare into mine. Blue as the Carribbean. Blends of real, turquoise, and tiffany. Cerulean, sky, and lapis. How mesmerizing they are, at such a comical moment. Have I been staring? Is it as long as it feels? I’ve never felt time slow down before. I understand that it’s not longer a myth.

But after last time, how can I trust anything? Even _his _eyes weren’t so…striking. Is this even som...

When Roman was five, he truly began to understand his powers.

Before that, he didn’t really get when his parents took him to the doctor and she diagnosed his powers as absorption.

She tried to describe it with metaphors. He was a mosquito. But a good one. Where he could take pain or emotions from people.

At the time, he didn’t get it. A mosquito. Those pesky bugs that he hated. He was like on...

Christmas gives me mixed feelings.

Christmas makes me mad because people have forgotten what tis really about. Tis about the birth of Jesus not money or getting gifts. We all focus on the joy of getting over the joy of giving.

Christmas makes me joyful because of the traditions that we have and the time off from school to work on my projects and be with family. It makes me joyful because of it...

I don’t know if I have ever been as consumed by lust as I was that Sunday afternoon. It was a hot, humid day, overcast, about 80

She had the most beautiful face, the biggest smile, a voice for phone sex, a large nose, and a lovely laugh. Her skin was pale, her arms thin, her hips wide, child bearing thighs. She wore this white crocheted halter top, tied around her neck and back like a bikini t...

The door slammed. The table shook with fear, and the chairs knocked themselves over. Her house had never been so scared of her, for her. Ramming her hand against the marble shoe holder, over and over. What was there, blood and tears. What wasn't, his bear slippers, her clarity.

Getting up and staggering to the balcony, she slid the door open collapsing onto the cold cement. Scrapes adorned her on...

Her hand shook as she reached up the grasp the doorknob. Slowly she turned the handle and pushed feeling resistance from the wooden door she had had no problem opening this morning. Her heartbeats increased as she moved inside, the light fading as she crossed the threshold. She brushed through a cobweb that was blocking the hallway tripped over a pile of dust, how had it gotten so bad so fast?

Sh...

I was at a poetry reading

She spoke about immigration

Loss of culture

Loss of identity

She spoke about chaos, confusion

She said

"father I don't understand what I am writing"

Now I've taken it entirely out of context

Father, I don't understand what I am writing

I think she meant language

My immigrant mother desperately trying to strike the match and fuel the flame

That never existed in the ...

She remembers that night as if it was only yesterday. Every. Single. Detail.

Leah had always thought that her older sister Emily was beautiful. As a child Leah would set on Emily’s bed watching her do her hair and make up, as Leah got older Emily would always ask Leah for her input. Leah had always told her that she looked gorgeous. That night, she had a date with Ethan Long, the high school quar...

Her eyes were locked onto mine. Deep and dark, they led the passage to bliss, wonder, joy, and something that was capable of yanking my heart straight from my chest, rendering it useless at her feet.

Slowly she stood. Her stare was tender and fierce; a play of raw love and intensity, her posture poignant. She was on a mission. She had a goal. She was dedicated. She wasn’t going to fail. Today, r...