Writing Prompt

The room I occupy is plain and forgotten. _Neglected_. The worn, wooden walls that surround me sit, collecting dust. It reminds me of myself. dull and monotonous. I am alone. I always will be.

I dream about the what life could’ve been. The vacant bathroom in the pub leaves me alone to my thoughts. I could have made _something_ out of my existence. I could have been placed in any world. Yet I was...

Adrian stumbled into the bathroom of The Lion’s Den, barely managing to get the door shut before he threw up the contents of his stomach into the toilet. No longer able to stand up, he collapsed onto the floor. He was only allowed a couple moments rest before another wave a nausea came over him, causing him to reach for the toilet again.

After an excruciating five minutes of on and off vomiting ...

She was washing her hands, staring at herself in the mirror, in a bathroom in an old pub. She turned the silver tap. Then she heard a noise. It was a wierd swishing noise, coming from the mirror. She looked at it, a swirling mixture of glitter purple, blue, and green twisted in the mirror. _That doesn't sound very unusaul,_ she looks around for any mythical creatures, not seeing any. _Weird, _she ...

There’s nothing better than an ice cold pint

At the bar of my favorite pub

There was an odd feeling in the air, something wasn’t right

Maybe I’m off….maybe I just need some grub

I walk right in as I’m greeted by name

I swear there’s no place better, nowhere that’s the same

I shout out “I’ll take my usual!” as I head to the men’s room

As I walk through the mirage of scents, cigarettes and perfume...

The _Slavering Stoat_ is a creaky, low-ceilinged pub, tucked away in one of the less salubrious back alleyways of down-town Murkstone-Snatchly. Invariably, the beer was warm, tending to sour. The clientele likewise warm and tending to sour. And the staff… Let’s just say ‘sour’ sums them up. The Stoat had only the one bar, set in a dark, comfortable if somewhat smelly set of interconnected alcoves ...

Ten seconds

One hundred lessons

Jump or stay

Come what may

Decide quickly

Will you miss me

Will I be back

No way to track

Lost adventures

Quickly venture

Too late go!

Don’t say no....

My fist collided with the mirror, sending the sickening sound of shattering bone and glass around the small bar bathroom.

I doubled over the sink, my sharp intake of breath shrill like a whistle. Blood dripped into the ceramic bowl. My hands shook, red wicked welts covered my knuckles. Bits of mirror dug in deep.

My stomach lurched, a wave of dizziness overtook me. Submerging my senses like I was ...

My hands grip the porcelain sink to steady myself. The water streams from the faucet rapidly, my hands unable to move from the sides to turn the water off. The room is spinning while the water drowns out the blistering tinnitus threatening to overcome my head. I keep my head down, every inch of my body refusing to listen to me or hold itself up. Water droplets continue to stream down my face from ...

_He’s staring back at me._

Dumped. Fired. Evicted. All in the span of one month. The beginning of a downward spiral that has lead me here—hiding in a rundown pub’s bathroom after close, thankful the staff aren’t paid enough to bother checking the stalls before locking up.

_It’s just me and him now._

From the grime covered floor wet with mold and piss I stare at my would-be reflection. The mirro...

Sal looked at the mirror then at the friend behind him. “It can’t be worse, we may as well try.”

“I’ll do it if you go”

He gave a nod and took a deep breath before stepping in. Sal waited…

And waited…

To no avail.

He had been left all alone. Sal was too damn drunk to register just yet. He looked at his feet first, then looked around with a little too much blur in his vision. This wasn’t real. It c...