Writing Prompt

All night I pondered the possibility of us being together? It was zero to none wasnt it?….

_ Why hadn’t I asked for his name? _

I woke up at dawn, got ready, then headed for work—‘Lillies coffee shop’, when I got a call.

“Hmm, hello?” I asked, phone pressed to my face while turning the key into the lock, ready to open shop.

“Hi, is this Jemma?” A man with a British accent said.

“Uhhh...

I absolutely hate that feeling. You know something has gone wrong and know everyone else knows too. You just want to hide away and hope everyone forgets.

Then there is the embarrassment that keeps you up at night. Remember that time you had milk come out of your nose in third grade. Well you still carry that with you fifteen years later.

And please don’t get me started on second hand embarrassment...

My cheeks turned beet red when Quinn said I was pretty.

I wanted to say something back to her ,but my throat was clogged like the cities pipes on a winter day. I couldn’t believe it she thinks I’m pretty. But, oh my gosh everyone heard her say that to me now they are gonna think we are a thing. My legs start shaking as I hear the kids around us chanting ,”**KISS, KISS,KISS.” **“Is this really happ...

I could feel the heating creeping up, spilling out in red blotches all over my chest and eventually making its way up to my face. I felt my hair come loose and tangle with the heat emanating from my body. Everyone was staring at me. I had burst open the conference room door with so much confidence thirty seconds ago, and now all the things I wanted to say completely abandoned me because I saw her....

I quietly balance on my heels, if you can even call them that. They are little 3 inch sandals.

I admire the cap infront of me, feathery and glitzy in pink glitter. I was strictly forbidden to customize mine. Mom said it would be childish. I reminded her of all the times she has called me that word. I was to go do the dishes.

“Caroline Gald” The Dean announces. Rapturous applause follows a...

P.S. When I say Ella, I don’t mean the name, but instead the Spanish word for ‘she.’

P.P.S. - This is part two of the She series.

“She was… is still my everything,” I say to myself as I continue down the dimly lit hallway. ‘There has to be hint to where there keeping her somewhere.’ A map could be seen on the wall 100 meters down from the gun room on the left side. It said things like ‘Fire Exit...

I see you as the one who makes me laugh

as the one who makes me smile

the one who makes my life a little more worth while

I see you with those eyes

drilled in the back of my head

I see you as someone who doesn't want to be friends

I see you as sweet

I see you as smart

I see you as someone who surely taints the heart

Although you’ll most likely make my life fall apart

But I’m willing to ignore ...

Humiliate

Embarrassed

Wrong name

Wrong time

Need a break

Another fake...

I can feel the warmth creeping up my neck. It enters my cheeks and immediately they flush with color, taking my hue from pale ghost to circus clown nose in less than a second.

My eyes start to water just a bit, not enough to overflow their cisterns but hovering dangerously close. I remind myself to breathe. One breathe, halfway down my lungs. Do better. Another. Deep, slow, not counting but ensu...

Oh my gosh

Oh heck

Why

Why am I like this

I didn’t have to do that, and now they’re all looking at me

I couldn’t have just left it alone

No

I just had to say something

And now it’s awkward

Oops...