Writing Prompt

The sound of the keys clacking beneath my dancing fingers soothes my soul. Usually. It’s hard to hear the sound of typing over the shouts coming from a few feet ahead. I fidget with one of my many braids as my fellow council members argue before me.

“Maybe if you weren’t a prick, Sam, we’d actually get something done in here!” The president, Alyssa, hisses towards our veep.

“Well, _you’re_ the o...

I use words

But I don’t say them outloud

It really is hard

To hear someone in a crowd

You might not hear more than a peep

Unless I am forced to speak

It doesn’t make sense

Unless you live it

Why give up your voice

When you can express it

You try to push above

When you are ignored

But I curl up and go down

Where the area is warm

Harsh cold territory

Pricks my skin

I don’t have the defence

That y...

“I was quiet but was not blind, just to clarify what you think. You think Im small like a mouse, but deep inside I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop the analyzing you thought I couldn’t manage. The message of being only a rat who knew too much. The rat who will speak up. Does that answer your question Mr. Sims?”

She put her cup down and scanned his face. He couldn’t fathom why she was so perpl...

Sitting in a room all too my self enjoying the scenery

Letting the world travel by mind in my own thoughts as the wired passes by.

I could hear the shouts and the voices around me

The subtle office politics and jibes.

The knife’s in the stomach

The love lust flirtous gaze

The vouyerism the narcissistic gaze

I was quiet but not blind...

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

could hear you and Dad argue every night. See the way you both tensed when you had to talk about something. I never said anything, in fear of my suspicions coming true. But now…now I can’t keep quite anymore.

“Quiet mouths don’t get fed.” Isn’t that what you’ve always told me?

That when something is on my mind, I should express myself. You’ve always been such ...

Blind

Define

Rewind

Kind

Quiet

Riot

Try it

Why not

No where

Do dare

Some care

Over there...

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

I saw your dirty looks, but I was too kind to say anything.

I heard your giggles but brushed the fear off.

I saw you whispering ear to ear.

I was quiet, but not blind.

I witnessed my family fight, yet I never stood up for my mom.

I heard them whisper about how ungrateful they think I am.

I saw their flaws, their strengths, every piece that came with...

“Princesses ought to be seen, and not heard.”

When I was very little, I found this rule stifling; however, I am now sixteen, and as I grew older, I realized the value of being quiet. It gave me the chance to watch and listen.

I saw how my father treated the wealthy kings, dukes, and princes who visited our castle, and he treated them better than our own people and our servants. My governess had ...

I notice you

I don’t know why

but I notice you everyday

looking my way

as if you think about me differently

as if you care about me

as if you like me

I notice you

I don’t say anything about it

but I notice you all of the time

stealing a glance

as we walk past each other in the halls

as you walk by my lunch table

as you stand on the other side of the room

I notice you

I can’t help

but notice you ...

( I wrote a story yesterday and go read that as a sort of backstory for this. Imagine this is her daughter)

My mother always told me to be quiet, but not blind. To see what happens without immediately shouting out your opinion. Instead tuck it away into a vault and only bring it out when you can use it against them.

My mother had a hard life growing up and wanted me to have a better future. My go...