Writing Prompt

“I guess I just don’t love you anymore.”

“W… why? Why did you say that?”

“Because you left me, Lucas! You left me alone with nothing but a broken heart and a pile of debt to fall back on. I can’t do this anymore.”

The two stood there, staring at each other for the longest time before tears began streaming down their faces. ‘This is it,’ thought Eliott as he felt his chest constrict. He was final...

Katie kept replaying that day over and over in her head. She knew it wouldn’t help but she couldn’t stop. All she could hear was those sorrowful words coming out of her mouth “i guess i don’t love you anymore.” Katie had walked away at that point she couldn’t bare to hear anymore. She looked at her phone. There was one message that stood out “sorry.” She slammed her phone on her desk. The shatter ...

I can’t do it anymore, I can’t take another day

Crystallised by your pressure if tryna mould me into shape.

When our endeavour to forever does get measured by the treasure open up my chest and find my heart attached by a tether

The past 6 months I’ve been hypnotised, you know I can’t say no to those big crystal eyes, what we had at the beginning may have seemed like paradise but now we’re hanging ...

“I guess I just don’t love you anymore.”

These are the first 8 words that filled the top of the page as i began to write my wife a song.

Over the past 5 ½ years we had fallen apart and honestly things were going more and more downhill every day.

It seems no matter what i tried to make it work, there was always something pulling us more and more apart from each other.

Gifts, such as flowe...

The doors are grasping their frames by their finger tips.

Quietness takes the seat in which laughter once sat.

The days decay as we lie together before our family and friends.

Softly, slowly, unnoticeable to the human eye, our happiness died.

The tears for the death have long since died and the grief packed its suitcase and left.

Words about it are no longer spoken as spare bedroom becomes your...

We met when we were fourteen. We were so close, almost immediately best friends.

Then, when we were fifteen, things had changed a bit. She was still my best friend, but I was also in love with her. And when she kissed me, I couldn’t believe it.

Things were so good for the first few months. We couldn’t get enough of each other—we even had to designate days that we weren’t allowed to spend time ...