Writing Prompt

Your brain checks out, body on autopilot as you delve your hand into the bag. You yawn as your fingers touch something curved and cold. They wrap around it, unsure of what it is.

You pull it out and inspect it. An eyebrow is raised as your eyes read the label.

Your curious mind compels you to dig for more treasure, and it’s not long before you’ve poured the contents of the bag all over your tab...

It’s a shimmery teal marble eyed dead thing. Well… its at least the head of a shimmery teal marble eyed fish. It’s staring up at me from a wicker basket, a fairytale picnic basket. The juxtaposition puts a lump in my throat.

The following item is a rounded plastic tub, looking at the label offers no answers. Twarog, it reads. Sounds like the name of a pokemon I caught on my gameboy back in 07’. ...

‘ I know I have forgotten something’ I hummed to myself gently.

Manoeuvring my way through the shopping app, half heartedly.

Really, In an ideal world I would reschedule my evening, alas, I must do as I am told.

Tomorrow marks my mothers 10th anniversary as esteemed CEO of her true child.

Her company adorns more attention from her than I ever could.

I sound bitter, I’m not. I have learnt that t...

“Ok, I need ham, eggs, bread, milk and bell peppers.” I mumbled to myself.

I was scrolling through my grocery app looking for the items I would need for Sunday brunch. I was responsible for the biscuits but I was going to bring a casserole as well. I was missing some key ingredients mainly all of them. Speaking out loud helped me concentrate so I could remember the items I need. I could hav...

I started my day like normal, except for the frigid as hell temperatures and the steam roaming my odd apartment complex.

When all of a sudden my doorbell rings. The casual “Ding Dong, Ding Dong,” that went on for ten seconds or whatever, never really was good at counting things.

I opened the door to see the normal steam fog and something dark, maybe brown, underneath it.

I hurry as to make sure no...

As I walk to my from door I see a package. I didn’t order anything so it couldn’t be mine. Maybe the mail man mistook it for someone else. I look on the package and it has a note saying, “ take this, I don’t care what you do with it but take this cursed item.” There was no signature. I take the box inside. I grab a knife and a bowl just in case something jumps out. I slowly cut the box open, no si...

It’s a regular winter day. In another words: it’s cold as hell and you are engrossed by the paralysis the sun’s absence always gives you.

The doorbell rings and you are unsurprised by it, as tedium took hold of your poor lazy soul—and you are extremely aware that the most interesting thing that will probably happen in the next hours are your groceries finally arriving.

You move slowly to the do...

As I sit down after a long day of work, i am able to take a breath. I go to the front door to collect my online grocery shopping bag filled to the brim with goods. I transport the bag into my kitchen. I then proceed to open and further examine the bag. I open it, and I am surprised of the content of the bag. The bag had a lot of bettered, tools, knives, bleach, and a couple rags. At first I had ju...

Embers glowed red as ash gray wood shifted in the wood burning stove. Horace fluffed his feathers enjoying the kitchen’s warmth. A large cast iron pot simmered complacently. From somewhere in the cozy home a violin was being played with more passion than skill.

The Ring camera chimed. Her startled owl hooted. Violin in hand, Dorie hurried to the back door. It opened and Dorie claimed her grocerie...

Shopping is something I have always enjoyed. I get lost in the aisles and the curiosity of the shelves. When I realized I didn’t have the money to shop like I wanted, I figured, why not shop for others and get paid doing it?

As I make my way to the cleaning supplies, I scroll through the list Mr. Murphy had sent me. A few cleaning supplies; floor cleaner, bleach, mop pads and some scrubs. Simple...