Writing Prompt

I stood on the bridge looking down at the vast sea below and how it shimmered in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight.

Tears rolled down my cheeks one after another as the memory of that evening replayed in my mind.

Coming home from work. Changing my clothes. Making the decision. Scribbling down a note for Sebastian to find when he got home. Getting in the car. Starting up the gps and last but...

(Quick and Short.

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Worlds upon worlds, realms and dimensions of all sorts of different ways to explore the unknown and find out more. More about this theory known as never dying. Never dying is the only goal. It’s a town secret here in Pinkwan County. Where everything *was* pink. There’s about 30,000 people who live here. Only about 100, maybe 200, people a...

It's the same thing.

Over and over and over.

Look around, and you'll see dull eyes which have lost their delight, a monotonous voice, blank features with no real focal point, shuffling footsteps, and the occasional, but rare, miserable sigh.

The highlight of the day, which brings out at least a groan, is the morning.

Every morning begins with a choice.

All of us have been instructed to c...

“jacklyn? Are you ready?” David strides down the hallway following the smell of Shea butter and roses.

“Baby are you ready for dinner?” David pokes his head in the bathroom and watches her curl her hair. he smiles as he takes in her focused face.

“I feel you staring David”

David giggles “youre just so freaking beautiful Erin.”

Erin smiles and gets up to face him. “Well do like it?” She’s w...

In a world where all options need to be evaluated and reassessed before making a choice, knowing your alternatives is primordial. It is often what can save one’s life.

In a world where alternatives matter more than gold, it is rare to see a soul unbothered by their choices, untouched by bouts of stress and anxiety. However, that is how James lives their life. Their decision on living away from ...

There are some people in this world

Who are perfect.

Perfect hair.

Perfect face.

Perfect smile.

There are people who are good at everything.

Sports.

Music.

Painting.

Writing.

Singing.

These people are smart.

Never a grade

Lower than an

A.

These people

Everyone knows

Their name.

These people are loved.

People want them.

Hell, people want to be them.

This is the main character.

Then there’s ...

She couldn’t look in the mirror. She was afraid of what she might see.

She was used to her dirty blonde curls. Not the blank face monster that would look back at her.

She chanced a glance at the mirror’s reflective surface, slightly clouded with age.

She had to quickly divert her gaze back to her feet. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t her.

The black face in the mirror. The glaring, silver eyes.

It wasn’...

You see me as worthless,

angry,

and narrow minded.

You discipline me,

ignore me,

and treat me with no respect.

You never try to understand me,

reconcile with me,

or hear my words.

You taught me to hate myself,

to let words burn me,

and to not respect anything that I am.

You were supposed to teach me,

Help me,

And let me learn in my own time

yet you left me with no hope,

no love,

and...

A new day has risen, but am I still "her". The other one inside me, I stare at the ceiling not wanting to look in the mirror. I'm scared to see my face to see if "she" is still a part of me. The shock came my face as fast as I looked up; such long dark firey red hair hang in my face. Dark maroon colored my lips up against the firey red of my skin

I've never seen this side of me before and I know ...

Before speaking, the narrator gave a deep breath and sighing as he flipped through the script.

I, the narrator of this narrator going to narrate this, will let the narrator continue.

“Coming to his senses, John realized what he had done. His mind scrambled, thinking about what to do after this. Should I escape, wear a wig, live my life as an old lady? He thought, but laughing at that idea a mo...