Writing Prompt

TW: S

I shook my head, hard. Eyes wide shut. Deep breathes just as my sessions ingrained in me. One, two, on three I hesitatantly glanced over hoping my eyes had simply tricked me. The faint discoloration where it once was proved otherwise. My skull amplified the shrill of a house filled to the brim with people. It barely drowned out the thumping of my heart as it slowly worked up its pace.

As...

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They’re just toys they say, stuffed animals, nothing more.

But they’re more to me.

So much more.

They were there when I needed a hug.

They were there when I needed to yell.

They were there when I needed to talk.

And they were there when I needed to cry.

I remember playing with them with my little sister.

We had so much fun.

We would play with them outside with animals and inside with our dolls.

W...

I wake to a rush of anxiety pishing against my chest like an ocean wave. Thoughts of fear slam into my mind. I sigh silently in frustration, placing my hand over my heart where a very special gift rests close to me. A smooth faced rock dangling from a string slowly shredding at the ends. A cross carved in the center of one side.

When ever i touch the cross i am reminded tyat no mattsr how tough t...

it’s been a long day

six hours of rehearsals

you’re only fourteen now

the whole world’s at your disposal

sit on the floor

feel the wood on your back

hear the ringing of the bells

find your costume on the rack

hand in hand with your friends

you walk in the cold

a flash of white catches your attention

and a tear softly rolled

the first blossoms you’d seen

on that old, dying tree

a metaphor perhap...

Broken glass

In front of the masses,

Turning red

And feeling dead

I roll

From my daydreams

Comfort to me

Gone,

A toll

Of staying alone.

I picked myself

Up.

High

I held my head

Past the fear

I looked

Past all that was dead.

I closed my eyes,

Soft to the touch.

I wanted to hide

Under my bed—

I wasn’t enough.

Broken glass

In my heart

Past

The fire

Last

To part.

Dead

Inside

Nothing left

To hide.

M...

I stare at the wall, the many small wooden cases, filled with spoons. Some are commemorative, others show the many travels the collector has been on, but my favorite is a plain spoon, dull patches are setting in, showing it’s age. My great-grandma gave it to me before my first family trip. She collected spoons and wanted me to start collecting them, and get her one whenever I went anywhere. So whe...

“Still or bubbly,” the waitress said.

Avery flashed her a generous smile. “Just a Perrier with lime. Carl pick your poison. The club has an Scotch selection or—“

Carl growled. “Look, this isn’t a social call. I just need to see those financials!”

Avery and the waitress looked affronted.

With its panoramic views of lush golf courses and sumptuous wicker chairs, Wilshire Country Club was unaccusto...

The clock sat incongruously on the mantle, its gold-finished bronze surface covered with the warm patina of age. With its elaborate cut-bronze floral decoration and delicate white enamel face, the clock felt out of place amongst the rest of the cheap, utilitarian particle board furniture in the house. It rested there confidently with a sturdy handle projecting from its top, leaving one with the im...

Dear God,

It’s been a while.

You’re probably wondering

where I’ve been, but you already know,

right? Nothing should come as a surprise

to the Almighty, you’ve had my future

charted from the very beginning,

even before you breathed life into

flesh and bone, or so it is written.

Which does beg the question, was my

disappearance just part of your Divine plan? It was more than 1 year ago

that my fait...