Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Suibmitted by Maranda Quinn
Create a story or a poem centred around the theme of serendipity.
Serendipity is when a series of seemingly unfortunate events ultimately leads to a positive outcome.
Writings
SERENDIPITY
Serendipity, a word that I never fully understood the meaning of until my recent days. I used to think of this word as sickening and dreadful, though once the pearly gates open, swallowing you with holy light, you exhale with sweet relief as your sorrows and pain seems to faint.
I seemed to have lost everything… I lost my husband, the bar we made together, and my sons eyes through the perilous li...
From The Start
It started with being born.
Then it was childhood obesity.
After it was bullying.
Which lead to complete self-hatred.
Turning into self harm.
And switched to an eating disorder.
But all these things.
All these horrible.
Mean.
Terrible series of events.
Is what lead me to you.
Is what put you in my life.
And right now.
You’re the best part of it so far....
eye contact
you hate eye contact
and usually i do too
but with you, i would be content to sit and stare at you for eternity
your eyes are like chocolate, so dark it’s bitter to taste
or coffee beans that i grind with my own hands
you hate eye contact
but oh, how i love the little dance they do when i laugh
your eyes light up when your happy
i want them glowing when you’re with me
i need eyes like yours in m...
Letter from Valeska
Dear Reader,
The land once looked like this green and full of life. Why is it not like this anymore, it is simple really. We once had a mighty king full of grace and mercy, King Alaric (Powerful Ruler). He had seven sons, Alastor (Mans Protector), Zayan (Handsome), Killian (Warrior), Rhys (Fire), Reed (Free Spirited), Damian (Powerful), and Rune (Secret), and three daughters, Riona (Queen), Naya (...
All My Life
“I’ve been lying.” Davian says before I’ve even opened the front door. “About everything.”
My heart sinks as my hand stays on the cold, metal door knob. Lying? About what? His feelings? Me?
I part my lips searching for words, but even I know that those words will never come. Davian doesn’t love me, it seems so impossiable, it has to be. How can something that felt to right turn out to be this wr...
A True Story
People telling me what you said about me. In a group chat of 16 people.
“ Annoying”
“ thinks she is everything when she is not”
“ such a brat”
“ fucking bitch”
“ so f-Ing weird”
And like 10 other things.
It’s the week of the school play.
There is 2 casts because there is too many people.
I found out what she said
right before I go on stage.
The funny thing is, I went to your show.
I saw you and ...
Tragic Fairytales
The shoe never fits
The apples always rotten
He’s always a beast
I must fix him change him
So he turns into a prince
It’s okay
I’ll fight in a war
Prick my finger
Make a castle in solitude
Because I know
I know he will come
Even if his fangs are sharp
His kiss un asked for
Even if he made me feel like I was meant to be alone
He’s charming
He’s kind
He loves me
Or so he says
But after all the bad...
emotions
imagine if you could see
what someone was feeling
what someone has felt.
turn towards your left,
and there’s someone who’s blue
a tangled mess of sapphire webs
and you would know:
that is sadness.
turn towards your right,
and there’s someone who’s green
a chaotic collage of emerald shards
and you would know:
that is envy.
glance behind you,
and there’s someone who’s yellow
a jumbling, wiggl...
you make me happy
how interesting it is
how when you first asked for my number
i wouldn’t talk to you, not after that night
but now
oh but now i can’t stay away
you hurt me, though you didn’t mean to
i know you never mean to hurt me
how interesting it is
how such an unfortunate event can lead to
such a feeling of
euphoria
i guess that’s what they call serendipity
one month, four weeks, thirty-one days
longer t...
Office Sweat
Just three hours in to the shift of a young twenty-two year old woman, the sweat of summer had begun. Clacking of keyboards filled the spaces of office cubicles with an ever more vivid dullness, that matched the shades of greys, blocking social interaction between colleagues. Bright rectangular lights glared downwards -spotlighting each worker- only for the world to never see them. In an office fu...