Writing Prompt

“While we do have a safety net if something goes wrong, there’s no guarantee that…”

“Please excuse me for a second.” Xena smiled, receiving a few nods in response. She left the room, glancing left and right before heading straight to the bathroom. She reached for her bag…

Only to find air.

Darn!

She had stuff she needed in there!

Xena quickly rushed back to the room, her eyes darting around awkwa...

The muddled blacks of the office room drowned me. I couldn’t bear to listen to another speech droning out of the mouth of some executive. Caught of guard, everyone in the room levies their attention at me.

From my daze, I realize they expect something from me.

I try to recall what they asked, twiddling my pen in my left hand, then I sift through my mind. It’s no use. Every moment here blends to...

OH SHOOT! I’m running late for my meeting! It’s 9:40 in the morning. My meeting is at 10:00 exactly. I just woke up!

I quickly go to the bathroom and do my bathroom things. Then, I get dressed. Quickly made pancakes, and rushed to my car.

It was 9:55. Good thing it takes five minutes to get there. Just my luck. There’s traffic. I honk my car, and open the window. “What’s the hold up?” I yelled...

Tara listened as the director of the company rambled on about the new policies they were putting into place, half-heartedly taking notes on her tablet. This was not how she would’ve preferred to spend a Saturday afternoon.

She began to daydream after everyone stopped talking, their hands busy writing down ideas.

‘What should I make for dinner tonight?’ Tara thought to herself.

‘Steak? Chicken?...

“I am so bored,” she thought to herself, “why do we have 8am meetings? This easily could have been an email.” Larissa, a 23-year-old consumer relations team lead for the nation’s number two mobile phone service provider, was barely able to keep her eyes open as the company CEO discussed the quarterly financial outlook during this month’s zoom call. She was always very meticulous with her time and ...

I don’t know why I wear white. Every time I think I’m enough of a grown up to wear it, life serves me a drop of tomato sauce on a perfectly bleached shirt.

But no, today would be different! I told myself.

A big meeting with the board and rumours of a promotion circulating the office, warranted extra special attire. My sleek white jumpsuit had been hanging in my closet waiting for this day, and ...

Drip…Drip….Drip…Drip…”Can SOMEONE, ANYONE, or SOMETHING …Please take care of that? I’m about bonkers!”

Why did the heat rise up the collar of my shirt and seemingly jump to my face?

“YOU! GO! NOW, Please!”

I fumbled my feet, standing up too fast, they keys on my lap, clattering loudly to the floor.

Now everyone was looking at me. Me! Why me? I didn’t leave the leaky faucet in the conference ...

“When you get there, make sure you ask the neighbors if this guy has shown any violent tendencies in the past,” Scott ordered.

“Sure thing,” nodded the tall reporter from the corner of the news room, his back against the cool window that looked out over the street below.

“Okay,” Scott turned to the board. “Are we missing anything? We’ve got Frank on the double homicide, Jessica on the fire to th...

“oh dear.”

the heads turned to me, one by one. had i spoken aloud? the speaker was looking at me strangely, his hand still raised midair and pointed at the screen, so it seemed i had.

“did you have something to say, mr. clock?” the speaker asked.

well i had to say something now, didn’t i?

“i guess i do. i’ve just realized that i was supposed go convince george washington to accept his presiden...

The woman stared up ahead at the man announcing the conference. He began on about the work environment but the girls mind was elsewhere.

She was watching his mouth move, but she wasn’t hearing anything. The only thing she was thinking at the moment, was ‘oh fuck..’.

The woman abruptly got up, and her chair scraped against the floor dramatically, anticipating more attention than intended.

She ...