Writing Prompt

Water spatters on my face

As I feel like a descace

When all the memories come back

I feel like I want to hold Back the memories

Of our friendship the friendship

You ruined you even ruined me...

Five-year-old Maria skipped ahead of her mother, feeling the sharp autumn wind against her face.

“Mommy can I have an apple?” she asked, pushing her straight black hair out of her face.

“You have five dollars to spend. Do you want to buy an Apple with some of it?” he mother asked, smiling.

Maria stopped for a moment, thinking.

Finally, she shook her head.

“We have some apples at home....

Hi...

Wynsel’s heart beats disharmoniously. His mind frantically wanders around uncontrollably, stressed to think with a clear head. He opens the garage door as quietly as possible, but it annoyingly made loud creaking noises.

The moonlight shines, as it is late at night. Wynsel pushes his dad’s car with all his strength, he definitely wasn’t gonna start the engine in the garage, and wake him and his ...

The lights were blinding.

They circled and blurred and shone colours of the rainbow. It was dizzying, like I was part of a dream. Children laughed and screamed, enjoying this pointless fun, adults smiling warmly at them. Didn’t they think this whole thing was a huge waste of money?

The air was fresh with a slight hint of sweetness in it. It smelled like citrus sweets and cotton candy and nostalg...

My attention zones from Michelle to the paper I am clutching in my hand. I look at the letter and read it over, letting my brain automatically imagine the voice of my penpal correspondent. Last year during my college English creative writing course, my professor assigned us a pen pal from her other classes. A year later, I’m finally meeting Derek. Reading the words evokes a slight smile every time...

Mai was saddened.

She had worn her yukata, a traditional Japanese casual kimono made of cotton, perfect to wear to a traditional Japanese summer festival. Its pattern; her mother said the bright yellows of the sunflowers and the refreshing green colours of the bamboo forest suited Mai’s cheerful personality. Mai was hoping Kai would agree with her mother. Her crush had FINALY asked her if she wan...

The golden sprinkles of forgotten stars owned the hopeful night sky, glistening down on the ever-gracious planet Keplar. It was the annual festival for their valiant god - Bouron, where the entire residing species would come in unison over a common appreciation & indebtedness to grant worship for their benevolent saviour.

A few miles away stood a docile statue of their planets former leader, know...

What should have been our blissful three days child free, hearing the beautiful sound of the waves dancing on our delicate boat - but here i was, hell.

When being told we would be reliving our youth, a music festival would have been the last thing to ever cross my mind. 3 nights staying in a dinghy tent, squashed like human sardines is definitely not my idea of fun

The ecstasy filled lights fla...

Trevor opened the door of the port-a-loo and stoped down into the mud. His walking boots squelched into the thick sloppy mud that covered most of the site. He looked up as the next festival goer rushed past him to get into the toilet he just vacated. They looked a bit green behind the gills, he was glad they hadn’t made it there before him.

He trudged off towards where he’d left his group of fri...