Writing Prompt

Road trip with my Flemish giant rabbit along Route 66 east to west along the famous high day stopped over for some ice cream on a dusty road. Stopped by for a pee and stretched those legs on the restroom.

Uncle needed a donut Dunkin’ cos is addicted.

Traveling in the hot desert like sand with the window down stopping near Death Valley on the border between Nevada.

Talked to some guy in the lift...

w h o o s h

S w i s h

Of the cars passing by as if it were a movie.

But not the same sounds.

The first time he heard the whoosh it was calmer, and his hands were sticky. And wet. And red. And warm.

Now his hands are cold. But they’re still wet and red. But they’re terrible cold. The chill of the handcuffs making goosebumps on his pale skin. Pale and red.

“You okay back there?” Asked the off...

“Honey, honey you ok!?”

“Dad!”

“Rueben!?”

Sepia turned blue my world turns upside down, I feel.. empty. My thoughts cleared with nothing. Like a shutter, just slowly- darkness then peace.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I remember waking up in a hostpital bed the sweet September smell mixed with sterile cleanliness. I couldn’t see. Darkness. No matter how hard I tried to open and close my eyes. Nothing. I ...

Johnny felt cold. Even though the strange vanilla room was warm, Johnny shivered in his jumpsuit. Why was he barefoot in a smooth gray jumpsuit? He had been wearing Vans and khaki cargo shorts and a buttoned-down business shirt this morning. Steve had given him serious side-eye over Johnny’s idea of business casual, but Johnny didn’t care because Steve was a shit boss and he was never going to ko...

Metal wings flittered in the cage beside her.

Restless.

Anxious.

A ticking, agile heart, made to be free.

A black cloth draped over the bell-shaped enclosure; a hopeful distraction, nature's ploy.

Maeve peeked beneath the cover. Everything she'd done, all those lives ruined, was for the creature she now possessed. Not that the creature belonged to her. Someth...

The startling sound of friction from the rubber beneath me and the purposely placed road strips snaps me out of a shallow slumber. Eyes half open, I shoot a quick glance to the responsible party for my abrupt awakening, my mother. She is seemingly unbothered by the movements of the wavering wheel and instead has given in to an ever so slight head nod (mostly on-beat) courtesy of the catchy melody ...

Rain fall

There’s no beauty

Heaven sent

But what’s the use

I always sing out of tune

But as the storm takes over

The skies become clearer

The end comes nearer

Leave me to rest

In where heaven sent me to

I never look in the bright side

My temper is far to short to let that slide

A bit of compassion

Will make the shot go away

So don’t lay me to rest

When I swear I haven’t done my best

It’s ...

I slapped myself in the face. The sting was less effective than the last. Despite the fatigue that had now taken permanent residence behind my eyes, I had no choice but to keep driving, until daylight at least. My hands tightened around the pleather of the steering wheel as I looked up the check the rear view mirror making. Nothing but shadows chasing me. I turned my eyes back to the road. My mus...

It’s cold. The cool air streams out of the vent by my feet causing my toes to curl. 7 hours. That’s how much longer I have to sit in this metal cage on wheels. There’s empty chip bags and soda cans scattered across the dash. We’ve only been on the road for an hour. I pull my knees to my chest in an effort to warm myself up. Asking Darren to turn the ac down would only start a fight. Something I’d ...

Rain splashed from deep puddles in the mud as the kart crept along. It’s two horses hardly able to pull it through the muck. To the riders anger, he cursed to himself. Gaining the ears of the handful of men at his disposal.

“You shouldn’t use such foul tongue with a lady present “ His long senior man grumbled, sitting at his side on the cart.

“She’s hardly a lady Lord Cantor” one of the men on...