Writing Prompt

STORY STARTER

Skip seven songs on your music player. The opening lyics will be the opening sentence of your story or poem.

For example, "I can't escape this hell,"- Three Days Grace, Animal I have Become

Writings

50 States 50 Line 50 Crying all the times

I watched your figure fade further into obscurity, every road sign passed like a lock on a door I never wanted to close. But it creaked and crawled on its hinges as my tires dragged away. A low roar settled under the car, as it roamed across the crumbling stone that hadn’t seen a maintenance crew since the early 1900s. My hands shook on the steering wheel and if i focused hard enough, I could feel your presence getting weaker. I knew that the moment, our final moment, would be coming soon. We had said our last goodbye, but I couldn’t help reminding myself that the real end would come when I had truly left you behind. The moment when I knew you would go on living and my life would go on, but not together. Not like we had been for every year of our never-ending childhood.

Time went on and each mile reminded me of the distance between us. I watched the traffic growing around me; part of me expected to see you in amongst them. A friend of a friend at least. Some memory of the town I was storing away in my mind, waiting to forget. All I saw were strangers and people who I might’ve known if I was someone else. It was a another persons world, their life and their people. My loneliness settled in to the passengers side and sealed the window to the outside. There was an odd sense of comfort in that.

A sign readied itself for my line of sight and I prepared to read. Nebraska. It was a state line. I wish I could say I screamed in joy or cried out for home, but the only feeling left was absence. The absence of the people I had spent my whole life with. Absence of familiarity and knowledge. And above all else, and absence of any real answer as to how this made me feel. I was looking my future in the eye with all the excitement of a newsman on his 100th show. Detachment flooded my senses and I drove further away from the past into a present I didn’t understand in the slightest. I hoped that soon I would know whether that thought was incredible or the most terrifying fate imaginable.

I Miss The Days

I Miss The Days - NF

(warning: depression, anxiety are mentioned (Just to be safe))

I miss the days when everything I worried about was not being late to school and remembering all my friends‘ birthdays.

I miss the days when I wasn‘t constantly thinking about how much of a disappointment I was to my parents.

I miss the days when my anxiety didn‘t make me question every decision I made.

I miss the days when I was excited about growing up and graduating, starting my life.

I miss the days when I didn‘t spend my nights overthinking my life and questioning why I am even alive.

I miss the days when I dreamed big and didn‘t think about limits.

Now I‘m scared to make decisions because they could be wrong.

Now everyone I know and love has this expectant look in their eyes that makes me feel small and scared.

Now I don‘t know what to say when people ask me what I want.

How do you tell them that you didn‘t expect to come this far? That you didn‘t plan this far ahead because you expected to fail and sometimes hoped to die?

I don‘t want to talk to them about all these topics because I don‘t know how to express these feelings in a way they could understand.

So I listen to music and all these artists who put their feelings out in the open and talk about what I‘m feeling.

They say what I can‘t and sometimes I hope that the people around me listen closely and understand so I don‘t have to explain these feelings inside me that make me feel so vulnerable.

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