Writing Prompt

“what do you

think?”

people will ask

me because

i’m not involved,

a third party of

sorts neither

their side or the

other

just there

and sometimes it

hurts that

i am only an

opinion

they seek and not

a human to

involve

but i’ve come to

terms with this

party of mine

after all i’m

not the only one

i have friends in

the third party

but they all get

to be part of

something at

some point

when i

do

not...

Why don’t you try to read between the lines?

Where am I

I don’t feel safe

I’m not buried yet

Chosen to close

And closing to lose

How do I prove to myself

That I’m not bad news

The Holy Ghost

Leaves me between

Life and death

What does it mean?

I’m here without you

Far from the truth

I’ll walk the line

Tomorrow without you

Where is my comfort

Where is my closure

It’s not over

I’m just getting...

They sat together their feet planted on the floor, shoulders hunched, necks stiff. The girls face was downcast, her eyes slowly scanning the floor and only occasionally daring to look up; the boy was wide-eyed, as if he was experiencing something he couldn’t fully comprehend. The two never thought they would be in a room like this, waiting for something to happen — something that they would not da...

“Shh… Can you hear it?”

“No.”

“Listen close.”

Her eyes close. Her ears open. Her heart slows to the beat. A snail slips by. It’s spiral shell but only a way in. It’s eyes stretch out towards the sun. Retching, hoping for today to be the day. Only once will it be the day.

“What am I listening for, Grace?”

“Not sure.” Grace paused to breath in the fresh spring air. “But then...

“Okay,” I said to no one. “This is not at all what I expected purgatory to look like.”

I was standing in a room with crisp, white walls. There was a painting of a sailboat on one, and against the other there was a line of plain beige chairs. It smelled sterile. A single flowerpot with a green plant in it sat on an end table, wilting slightly.

It looked like, well. A waiting room.

“Speak for y...

It was so hot in the waiting room at the doctor’s office that I was fanning myself. There was a fan but it’s effect was minimal. I felt so uncomfortable that I started to feel faint.

Next thing I knew,I was looking up at a couple EMT’s.

“What is going on?” I asked, trying to get up.

“You had a mild heart attack brought on by heat. We’re going to take you to the hospital.”

“Wait a minute- I’ve got...

But don’t let him near the kids

But don’t let him hurt you

But don’t bend like this

But don’t hurt your sister like this

But she hasn’t been the same ever since

But he’s going to hurt you

But I still hear him

But shouts shouldn’t echo this long

But I started having nightmares

But he told you he hated you

But he didn’t stop when you told him to

But he wrote you out of the will

But I tho...

Luna was brighter than most people around her at any given moment. She was intelligent, yes, but more than that, she made anyone near her feel lighter, further from sorrow, if at least for small moments.

So it was ironic that the darkest disease had rushed through the airs, burst through her apartment, and entered straight into her body.

Now, what’s sad for Luna is that she was too honest. She...

I suppose that, for me, my story began not at the start or at the end, so to speak. It started between the two. Sort of… liminal.

The crimson pool around me spread into nothingness as the sickly coloured carpet of my childhood home appeared. But I knew it hadn’t really. This was just a part of the process. Still, memories washed around me, healing the wounds on my body. I had to smile, it was li...

There is a certain romantic fascination with airports. Bodies intertwined in a cocooned embrace move across the concourse with syncopated precision, parting ways when the dance finishes and one’s flight departs. Lives that touch for a brief moment in time, the lingered memories are not easily forgotten. Some scorned passengers vow never to return while others look forward to a reunion when thei...