Writing Prompt

Back when we were young he would always b the one to organize the family get-togethers.

There halls of their sounding and smelling mansion were now filled with a stench and melancholy silence. I was determined to bring the family back together and re-ignite the spirit of joy within.

(I know this didn't follow the prompt I first wanted to continue the story but I don't have a premium subscription...

Charlie has been ignoring me for months, and it’s starting to feel like she’s igniting me. I feel a simmering rage building toward her. Each time I try to be kind to her, I end up with bird poop on my face (metaphorically, of course).

First, I tried to show her the cheerleader bird at the gas station, and she acted like I was insane. Then I wanted her to listen to the laser tag bird, but she did...

The words were politely insulting it stirred

I feel tense in the stomach dizziness in the head a rumbling noise like a storm brewing I dream off lightning torturous thunder like a hammer blow bubbles rising from beneath my stomach rising surface tension surface boiling hot feeling of of eruption plate of volcano trapped unable to its might roar. And then it finally exploded. It would cause the bi...

This was the day, Jake thought, lighting a cigarette and watching the bank.

It was a regular day, nothing out of the ordinary in Dodge City. Customers going in and out. Deposits, withdrawals.

One bank teller interested him most. Miss Molly Kinkade. She was his girl. Well, had been his girl. Until she dumped him and started seeing that Percival Jones, big important bank President. He had money,...

I opened my eyes, blinking back the blurriness. Shook my head, trying to rid it of the grogginess.

I looked at my surroundings. It was a cave. Cold, damp, and mildly dark—mild because lamps were hanging at various points around the shadowed room.

It was a small and round cave, as most caves might be. I could even hear the lonely, echoing drips of water, one drop by one drop, as they trickled thr...

The fuse had been there the whole time. Always there, always watching, waiting. But when it was lit, people ran. They ran because they chose to ignore the fact that the fuse had been there the whole time and was only just now erupting in flames. They ran because they knew they had lit it. A fuse can’t light itself, for even the smallest and most irrelevant sparks can start a wildfire. It was never...

Butterflies pounding in my chest —

a thumb itching to hit the striker.

Eyes locked —

falling into an endless captivating pool.

Aches and pain

beloved and sought-after sensations

tearing my soul asunder with yearning.

Flesh pressed against flesh,

lips locked,

the fuel bubbling up.

One spark to ignite —

fire....

Tick Tock goes the clock

Another minute my Alexa displays

Tick Tock my thoughts

Go bye just like a millisecond

Tick Tock one minute passed

Tick

Tock

It's eleven o clock

Early to rise dread the sun

Up in the early hours

Yet my brain runs every thought every minute

Tick

Tock

need my sleep

11:15

Still awake

Tick tock

Thoughts keep running

Close my eyes the...

Three days had passed since she crawled into that bed. Three days since he’d seen the vibrant light in her eyes.

Gray had been bringing food and water to Adie’s side table for the last day and a half when he realized she wasn’t planning to move anytime soon. She’d sipped from the cup and taken tiny bites of the now stale bread before rolling back over and either falling asleep or staring at the ...

The fuse is lit, there is no going back

I feel it coming, ready to attack

It’s standing there, breaking my will

I don’t want it to happen, I remember it still

The flame travels, further down it goes

I steady myself, ready for the final blows

The cuts the scrapes, they build and build

Until I look down, my whole body filled

The spark hits the spot, the bomb explodes

It all floods in, taking what’...