Writing Prompt

There were nutty buddy’s and pay days and individual boxes of fruit loops. A large vat of dirt-water coffee, sad bananas and droopy pears. She twisted the three dollar bills around her fingers.

Kit Kat’s and snickers. Bubble gum and spearmint Altoids.

Her lunch break would be over in fifteen minutes, she would have ten minutes to eat if she picked something right then. But maybe she needed to go ...

I want you

heads or tails

I lose

when love is the game

nearly first place

I gave you the prize

then you put me last

a plastic trophy

now

worthless

in your eyes. ...

She sat in her room alone

Waiting

Waiting

For ever

But he whispers to her ”wait just a little longer”

As she gives him her body....

I’m shaking in my boots as I sit hunched over in a fold out chair. We have been out here for three hours now and not a single fish is biting. It’s minus thirty, and all we have to keep us warm is a little tent around ourselves. I should have known that going ice fishing with my brothers would not be as fun as it sounded when they raved on about “oh we’ll have some good talking and dickin’ around w...

(Warning- is very sad, may be traumatic)

The gravel crunched underfoot as she hobbled up to the manor house, listening to the far away noise of waves smashing against the cliff. Although she was the lady of the manor, she was not permitted a key to the door, so she banged the knocker thrice, smoothing her honey-coloured hair and hoping, hoping that everything would be all right. It was only a few...

Must. Help. That’s the only thought that goes through my head again and again as I run. I run so fast that I just sail over the white landscape. I barely have time to register the cold snow between my toes before I’ve left the ground again. This coming storm is a big one. I run even faster.

I’m panting and small cries are escaping my mouth when I see the first signs of civilisation. It’s late, b...

The pain bolted through his body. He could no longer separate what was physical and what was mental. It didn’t matter anymore. He was tired of drowning his emotions in alcohol. He was tired of using what energy remained on making everyone else believe he was okay. He was tired. Exhausted, really. Completely and utterly exhausted. He cried when he awoke, because he awoke. He didn’t even know what t...

Just as the hand blocks the sun from our eyes

Does the dam stop water

No remorse

No regret in its gentle voice

As above so below;

A voice beckons from the firmament

But the clouds dam the sound and drown out all negetivity...

My eyes slowly pry open to find light flooding my room. I can’t think straight. I manage to gather the energy to turn my head to my left. The bloody scissors still lay by my head. I guess I’m still alive. DAMMIT. I’m such a failure that I can’t even manage to kill myself... why the hell did I put the blade through my stomach instead of my head?! The pain coming from my stomach is worse than I cou...

Today, as I was walking in to open up my shop, someone came in and asked me for a few dollars. It looked as if they weren’t poor, that they were just asking random strangers for money.

Being as though I hadn’t brought my wallet with me to work, I kindly declined his want and I told him that I didn’t have my wallet.

Later that same day, the man came into my shop once again. He was l...