Writing Prompt

A shrill sound echoes throughout my head as my alarm goes off, it drags me out of the dream I’m in, I yawn and open my eyes, and get up. I swing my legs out of the covers and over the bed, hopping down, the feeling of the rough carpet hitting my feet. Ugh, I don’t want to get up yet, but I have to. Well, I might as well wake up Ivy. I think as I pick up my phone to turn off the annoying alarm. I ...

_The Ark_

You used to wanna be a fashion designer,

Now you walk in trios like mean girls remade

With besties who talk shit behind your back,

As you complain to me about how they behave.

You used to lie with me atop

a floor of pillows,

We’d sleep for hours into the afternoon.

Now you wear makeup,

Highlights in straightened hair

and no longer visit my room.

And we don’t talk but

I want you to kno...

You hate him? I hate you.

You hate him and now you hate me too?

Why would you make me choose between you and my husband?

Why would you make me HATE you

I should not have to choose.

You made me choose between having you as a friend and having my husband as a partner.

That’s not fair. You aided in my downfall

That’s unforgivable.

I’m broken!

I’ve loved you since we were babies

Since we had dir...

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault.

If I could’ve changed it with a different word, a different tone, a different setting.

Friends for seven years, and now it seems like the crack that was between us is a canyon, stretching miles and miles beneath the blue sky.

I’ll have to move on.

I knew it from the moment I received the text.

But a bandaid can’t cover up a cut that big.

It would be like ...

----------- Hamilton -------- eliza's pov

I put myself back in the narrative,

A quiet hand rewriting time.

For years I stood, a shadowed figure,

A footnote to his rise and climb.

He wrote, he fought, his words were endless,

A story woven, bold and loud.

But I was there, behind the pages,

Unseen beneath the cheering crowd.

I loved him once—a love relentless,

A fortress built, then...

Sometimes I feel like I’m insane,

Like I’m speechless, nothing to say.

Nothing to lose,

Nothing to gain.

Then I realize it’s in my brain,

No matter what I take I’m stuck in pain,

I don’t want to feel anymore,

Don’t want to feel a thing,

A girl can only take so much,

Until she must explode,

She will surely meet her judge,

And be fully exposed.

I know that it’s all in my head,

But it still doesn’...

“How do you do it?”

He looked startled. “Do what?”

“Just…create. Something out of nothing. There aren’t many people who can do that, you know. Gods, parents, and artists.”

“Poetic” Alex laughed quietly, and he joined her. But it slowly faded into a frown. “I’ve always thought it had to do with feeling. Empathy, you know? And an unhealthy love for story.” Ty winced. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear a...

"I've known you since college. We moved in together in a house that I bought, with you promising to pay for half of the mortgage and half of the utilities. I've been paying everything, feeding you, keeping the roof over our heads and you're telling me that I'm stressing you out?" I looked over the table at Bella, anger bubbling to the surface with everything that's happened.

"Well, i've been hel...

I thought you were my friend

But you stabbed me in the back

You could have had anyone of them

But you had to end up with him

What’s it like to have all the boys

Falling at your feet everywhere you go

Cause you took the one that I wanted

You knew what you were doing too

Who cares about anyone else’s feelings

It’s not like I mattered to you anyway

I cherished our friendship for so long

Bu...

The end of an era between friends can be a bittersweet experience. It often signifies a significant change, such as moving to different cities, life milestones like graduating, starting new jobs, or even shifting dynamics within the group. This transition can evoke a mix of emotions, including sadness for what is ending and excitement for what lies ahead. Here are some thoughts on navigating this ...