Writing Prompt

I was fuming. I was coming home from work, my first day back after I had my beautiful daughter, Emily. I was expecting my colleagues to be happy that their head of marketing was back. And they were happy, but while I wanted to get right to work, none of them did. They told me, “Oh c’mon, It’s a special occasion_. _Why do we have to_ work?”_

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Like, _hello_? Maybe you have to work because that is...

Many prayers I have prayed to Thee in the midst

Storms were heavy and burdened I became before

Kneeling down in that hour to pray to come out of

That storm that came to exist.

Almighty Father, I knew You were on call waiting

For me to reach out in the midst of this storm I

Struggled by far to overcome when I knew You

Were there when I continued to resist.

But at that moment You whispered No stor...

I coloured outside the lines, when I was the age of four.

Carved face on lined paper; a face that I’d adore.

Blonde flecked strands, translucent blue eyes

But left her soul untapped, as a virtuous surprise.

I coloured in her boots with the muddiest brown hue.

She’d jump in puddles and kick dirt in her least favourite shoe.

Instead of crafting daisy chains or chasing after boys,

Enveloped in the p...

Today was Friday, February 14th. Valentine’s Day. I stood on the corner of Vicarage street, staring across the street. Others passed by me, giving me strange looks. I ignored, or maybe I just didn’t notice them. I was too focused on the boy across the street. He was tall and lanky, with a slim torso. His hair was unbelievably messy and his nose curved in an abnormal way. I recognized him imme...

When you were a child, you drew a picture of your dream partner. Twenty years later, you are walking down the street and see someone who is an exact replica of what you drew. Unfortunately, you were a terrible artist back them. I was on Orangewood and Lewis Street when destiny hit me. There in front of me stood the man I drew once upon a dream when I was a child. But I live in the real world now a...

well, today i saw the exact replica of my childhood crush that i drew when i was 7. his body is very long and square. he has stick arms and legs, and his head is very uneven. he had really spikey hair that looks really crazy. he has no pupils and no ears and nose or fingers or toes. he looks a lot worse now than he did when i was 7, but what you see is what you get...

What by the ever-loving Bast is that?? I stop mid-stride and stare, dropping my $7 coffee. Is a furry? With an mechanical tail? A memory springs to mind, from years ago.

We were in class. My idiot teacher, Mrs. Shankspoodle, wanted us to draw our future spouse. What seven year old knows what they want in a mate, let alone what a spouse was? Being the snarky lil ass that I was back then, I...