Writing Prompt

“I SAID WE’RE DIVORCING NO MATTER WHAT!” A man shouted as he pushed his wife. She fell down the stairs with her head landed on the floor. Blood flooded around her and she stopped breathing. She is dead, accidentally killed by the man.

“Oh n-no, what should I do?!?” The man said in panic. He was demanding for divorce with his wife and she strongly denied his request, but now she’s dead and it was...

I sat up on my bed looking down on my best friend, Vienna, who sat on the floor

“You killed that man?!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

It was true. I killed a man. It was an accident but it indeed happened.

“What are you going to do?! Wait…am i an accomplice?!” Vienna yelled.

“Vienna! Chill out, shit. If my parents hear me I swear to God I’ll-“

“You’ll what? Kill me?” Vienna responded, her voice ...

“ Nothing on this earth will justify what you’ve done to your family, to your guardians. I can only grant you words of criticism, because no other words will reassure you that you will live, because you wont. I am sentencing you to the death penalty, Marshall Hem, and—“

“ OBJECTIVE OBJECTIVE!”

My lawyer screamed, slamming his hands on the desk.

I myself flinched, seeing him frantically attempting...

I never thought it would come to this. I mean, I knew there were risks, but doesn’t everyone make sacrifices for what they believe in? At the end of the day, the greater good matters more than individual consequences. That’s what I’ve always told myself. It’s how I sleep at night.

You have to understand; it wasn't like I woke up one morning and decided to do something terrible. It was a process, ...

Lorraine felt sick. She leaned against the counter, gloved hand clasped over her mouth, eyes squeezed shut. She gripped the counter with her other hand, but all the strength in her body could not save her from swaying with nausea. Horror had settled into her stomach, but she had to push it out. She didn't have long.

It was a test. Someone had to do it, and she had to prove her loyalty. Her he...

My anxiety gets so bad

That my necklace,

The one I use

To fidget with

And calm my nerves with,

Feels weird on my neck

So I nearly

Nearly get to the point where I rip

Off my necklace

And watch it break.

My anxiety

Tends to drag me

To a place where I need

To rip something off

Or I need to take out

My earbuds because they

Feel raw on my ears.

Or if I have a pain

In my left side

I need to have...

But he deserved killin.

We’ll that’s what they used to say, right?...

I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight, my throat was closing, a knot of anxiety sat in my right shoulder. The weight of silence attempting to drown me

No.

That couldn’t be,

no.

“What did you do?”

I tore my eyes from my mutilated brother to look my other one in the eyes. He looked so scared. I’d never seen Tim like this before. His eyes were wide, his arms wrapped around his stomach. He ...

I don’t understand why he hates me. All I did was kiss his hungry lips. He asked for it. He begged me to tear the damp pink flesh from his face, exposing his teeth for me. His smile was beautiful.

Blood dripped down his chin as he let out a gurgled scream. He sank to his knees and buried his head in his hands. He was beautiful.

Those tears rolled down his smooth cheeks as they mixed with the b...

“Would you like a Coke or maybe a Sprite?”

Chris still wouldn’t look at them. He hadn’t looked at anyone since they brought him in. Over four hours of head down and holding his scrawny legs tight to his chest, Chris barely moved. He hadn’t spoken either, so no attorney. That was a good thing.

Thad noticed Chris’ nails bitten to the quick; how pale his knuckles were straining to hold himself tog...