Writing Prompt

Everyone talks about how the youngest child gets all the attention from their parents.

Well what if I told you it’s not the best, exspecially if you have a chronic illness,every small crash is a “Are you Okay?” Even though it was a medicine bottle.leaving the house is worse, I physically had to cut conversation to a minimum of 1 in-person visit a month, and maybe 3 phone calls a month. Because ...

“Leave. Now” She choked out. As soon as she said it she wished she could take it back. She knew it was for the best but those words triggered her anxiety, her. fight or flight and panic began coursing through her veins like it always did when she made him leave. She could feel the panic and anxiety welling up as she watched him angrily take the few steps towards the front door to leave. She knew a...

He had given her cuddles. It was the hardest thing she had ever done. The bond ran deep, as the science said. They lived in each other’s pockets. She would hop on the train and make the forty minute commute, or later, blast music, as she drove to see him.

He had lived in a hovel. Brothers there were, but dad was in Iraq protecting the wrong family, while mum was lost in an alohol infused daz...

Turning the doorknob with a heavy hand, Fable quietly clicked the door shut. The silence of the hallway was deafening. Her eyes darted around to make sure no one else was awake at this unforgivable hour. When she was only met with continuous silence did she finally release a breath. Tears stinging her eyes, she knew she needed to leave now, or she would never leave at all. The pace of her heart qu...

The feeling of a second without you is raw; it is coarse and crude; it is cold and bleak; it is red and painful; it leaves me entirely as I am, frank and unpleasant—raw.

The raw edges of my skin used to be attached to you, until you were torn away from me, until i had you taken away from me.

But baby, you could never leave me, I could never forget you. You exist inside me, a phantom feeling in...

Dear Calista

Writing this letter is hard, I’ve spent so long getting to know you, so many years, and you know only know that bright bubbly girl. You don’t remember the transition between her and the girl I am now, but I guess I can’t blame you, time travel is weird isn’t it?

Anyway I’m writing this to say goodbye, and to explain why I’m doing this, I hope you find this some day, and then you’...

“Bye.” I said as if hoping if I leave quickly it will hurt less. I looked back at my old home. I looked at my window one last time as I got onto my Vespa. It’s time for a new era....

When I was in fifth grade, I decided that i want to leave my old school and change to other. I somehow made it through the tests to a school for somehow smart children. I wouldn’t say that i was exactly bulied in the previous school… I just… didn’t really fit in. I had a bestfriend from kindergarten when i started first grade but… she found new friends in 3rd grade but I was really alone, everyone...

I don’t need to invent a character who is leaving behind something they love. Why make it up when the pain is already throbbing inside me?

December. Tickets. Huge cardboard boxes and trash bags. Stuff is gone. The apartment feels hollow. Not mine anymore. A strange mix of relief and emptiness. “But how can I leave my dog?”

Drones hum across the sky. Anxiety tightens its grip. I have to go. “But ...

Meeting at the park, late afternoon, he made his way to her and froze. He had second thoughts, but she ran up to him with a hug, and quickly spoke, “hey baby! how are you!” She noticed he wasn’t looking to her as usual and asked “whats wrong?” His chin fell as if the wind forced his head and he began weeping. She started dating him looking through the lens of trust issues and throughout the relat...