Writing Prompt

Dad, I can’t believe it was me the whole time. I’ve been blaming Charlie for everything, but it was me. I was the one who made Charlie’s seat fall. I was the one who tried to trick her at the gas station. I was a the one who opened her car door on the highway. Now I’m not even sure if I had my backpack in the front seat the morning we left. Oh geez. Charlie has been the innocent victim, not me. I’...

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𝚃𝚆 ~ 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Maybe everything will be alright

At least that’s what I hope

I’m pretty sure that my

Depression has been gone

And my anxiety is,

Possibly, fading away

I’ve consumed myself in writing

And books to stop the memories

When I don’t, my thoughts,

They get so overwhelming

Reading at ...

School felt rather quick for Thomas. Maybe it was because it was picking season.

Yeah, that’s probably it.

The last bell chimed, and Thomas was bolting out of the classroom and towards the exits. He saw Holland waiting for him, leaning against the nearby bike stand.

“You ready, Tommy?” Holland grabbed Thomas’ hand and pulled him close. Holland smell was sweeter than usual today; he seemed exci...

“Don’t lose yourself again. You’ll never find it, not again. It’s like losing an idea, you might find it once, but can you find it again?” — K.J.

My thoughts are drilled into my head,

worse than nails, worse than bolts,

constant pain and a constant reminder

that I’m different than these dolts.

I’ve drowned in my mind,

years and years of experience

at that terrifying job.

You don’t think I’m seri...

TW ED (another excerpt from a book I’m working on)

The stretchy blue

tourniquet is tied around my

arm.


The nurse feels around the

crook of my right elbow

for a vein.

She shakes her head,

undoes the tourniquet 

and ties it onto the other 

arm.

She feels around some more,

and unwraps the butterfly

needle from the plastic.

“I usually only use these on

little ones,”
she says,

“but your veins are s...

I’ve always been curious:

why do all my friends leave?

I know I’m a bit clingy,

is that something I should grieve?

I get anxious if a clock ticks,

and if a phone rings.

I get anxious if a dog barks,

and if a door swings.

How much time do I have left?

Who could be calling?

Does the dog hate me?

Should we start talking?

I like to cling to friends

I actually have.

I’m sorry if I’m anti-social.

I’m...

“I’m scared I’ll get too close to him, just to remember that Bella is still in his life.” - Liliana.

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“Lily, do you mind if I run to the restroom for a moment?” Fiona asks hesitantly, one hand covering her mic, “I’d need you to cover for me.”

“Okay,” I say dryly, rolling my chair over to replace hers.

As she hands the headset over, I shake a little bit.

“You alright, Lil?”

“Yeah, y...

Follows the prompts idea

I think at least

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Purple vines slithered over the ground and on the walls. A hand guided them from the shadows.

Donnie opens his eyes and stumbles out of bed away from them. Unfortunately, some on the ground wrapped around his ankles and caused him to trip. More wrapped themselves around his wrists and arms to hold him in place.

"Oh deary me, Draxxie, you really di...

He watches me from his hiding spot in the shadows. Fear creeps through me, spreading like a vicious cancer. It seeps from within the depths of my being and sinks into my bones. I want to run, but I'm frozen—paralyzed in a state of motionless shock. The feeling of dread washes over me, suffocating me with every breath. My stomach churns in violent knots as sweat beads trickle down my forehead.

Sud...

My hands shake

As I sign my name on the divorce papers

The lawyer is a kid

From my high school

Who, ten years ago

Copied my notes

Before Geometry

His suit is freshly pressed

And smells like linen

But I can hardly see it

Through my tears

I cannot help but wonder

As I watch him

How did we get here?...