Writing Prompt

“How much?” I ask the owner of the store,

“That’s 25.” She says from behind the shop counter.

“Hmm..” I say peeking inside it, It could use some cleaning, but after that it would be quite pretty.

“I’ll buy it” I say walking up to the counter and setting it on the surface.

After I’ve given her the money, I walk out the door making it ring.

Cheerfully I walk home, happy with my new purchase.

As I op...

Going to thrift stores became a fun tradition for sisters Alley and Lane.

(Their parents had a good laugh at their own creativity with their names.)

Every so often, they make time and meet up at a thrift store.

That’s where they are now. A thrift store out of town, browsing the clothes. Alley’s fingers brushes the contrasting fabrics. She plucks a hanger off the rack that had a cute blue sweat...

A hundred letters, with a hundred different promises. A hundred letters on fire.

Amari felt on fire to, as she tossed each letter into the burning pile of tin. Earlier that day when she bought the bag, she wished to find something unique to gift Lue for her eighteenth birthday. Not to find a life hidden in a tiny bag.

Each letter was a plea to a boy who’d never hear his lovers hidden words.

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You are in your favorite dimly lit thrift store, with that old familiar smell. Old books, purses, tattered winter jackets. You scan the shelves for a good book, yet nothing really peaks your interest. The bags aren’t really sticking out, you never really commit to purses anyhow. As you make your way toward the clothes when a jacket catches your vision. You normally wear neutrals these days, but yo...

My dearest, Angelica,

I have completed the task you have giving me. The baron will not be heard from again, he’s been discarded of deep under the rolling hills of Chestnutshire as you requested, as is the groundskeeper who stumbled upon the scene. I do truly hope his inconvenience does not put you in harms way. I have decided it best that I don’t come in personal contact now that I’ve been reveale...

Love of my life

Don’t feel strife

Your loving wife

Always here each night...

Itzél decided that the only consolation to a shitty week was a pre-loved treasure from her favorite second-hand shop. It’s a win-win. Her money will go to a good cause that’s benefitted the community; and she’ll have a buttery-soft sack of serotonin from one of the estates linked to that cause. The sounds of her steps were that of a woman on a mission. The stomps only got louder and faster with ev...

I walked into the store, looking around at everything. This place was so fancy and I had gotten a cupón to A La,Mode the store. That’s when I saw it. The bag was a cherry red with a silver handle. Cream colored pearls shone in the light. I looked at the price and practicly yelped happily but then quickly remembered I was in a fancy place. I had just enough to buy it!

As I walked out of the store ...

In the middle of a worn bag, in the middle of a worn bin in the middle of a worn charity store in the middle of a worn town, there was a letter.

The letter D in fact.

For dear.

The bag was dark green, and worn by time. My old human, worn by time also, found our letter in the intention of checking the lining for holes.

Just to find a brave confession,

Unread by my lovers eyes.

Until now.

The e...

“Hey Chels, look over here!” Sabrina called me over to where she was standing. There was a rack of clothes and next to it, a basket of purses and bags.

Holding one up to me, Sabrina stood back analyzing how it looked from every angle. “I think this would go with your costume perfectly,” she said.

“Hmm. Maybe. It’s missing something… I don’t know.” I looked through the rest of the bags and didn’...