Writing Prompt

The bright colors now seem dim, like they were just illusions of fog covering my once fresh eyes.

I used to see everything in striking color. The bounce houses and cotton candy. The lollipops and green grass.

Marks of chalk now blend into my sidewalk, and I feel some sort of bubbling in my chest staring at their messy strokes.

What’s happening to me?

Is the world losing its color, or am I?’...

I sit on the park bench

Same as every night

Bottle in hand

Drinking away

How did I get here

Where did I go wrong

Theres are the questions

That I can’t answer

But here I am

Again...

A lot of things keep me up at night

Like the moonlight

The moonlight shines through my window

The moonlight keeps me pinned down

Sometimes I wonder if the moonlight

If it knew it did something wrong or right

Does the moonlight wonder if it haunts me

That I can’t sleep at night and let it be

Moonlight used to be my safe spot

Until feelings caught

Moonlight breaks through my peace of mind

Moonli...

_Finn: 28yo man - the villain - grumpy_

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_Eric: 32yo man- the villains assistant_

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_May: 25yo woman - the hero - sunshine_

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_Hanna: 25yo woman - hero’s sister/bestfriend_

**_Finn_**

“Blades Eric!”

“I am not a supporter of procrastination.” He drawled. “You are not the princess of procrastination. I distinctly remember you being the princess of being an ass. That’s your job. The m...

The music is alive, making the air quiver with bass beats and copper strings. It pulsates, like blood through a vein, in the space above you. You can feel that flow in your arms, a tingle that permeates your skin and slithers to your legs and toes. From the stage, the artists look down on the gathered crowd, smiling, engaged, commanding. There are hundreds of people there, standing shoulder to sho...

On the corner of a friendly and happy neighborhood, an old house stands on the corner, rundown and abandoned. It’s silhouette is a testament to years gone by. Weathered shutters hang askew, barely clinging to the fragile frame of splintered wood. Paint, once vibrant, now peels away in tired strips, revealing the gray bones of a structure that has seen better days. The neighborhood children dare no...

A two way window

If you peek in you’ll see the birds chirping the warm summer sun beaming and a calm blue sky.

That’s just the illusion..

Look through that window again did you notice the other end? The light is little to nun this place is dull. Here unwelcomed noise resides. Loud unsettling voices yell out constantly filling up this pitch dark sky .

The reality looks pretty different doesn’t...

I make my coffee black every morning.

Maybe today I’ll add some cream.

I gulp it down and go to work,

my usual daily routine.

After work I make myself dinner,

which is one of my, like, three recipes.

I watch a rerun of Jeapordy, they yell ‘Winner!’

as I eat in front of my TV.

I’ve seen this one before, so I’m not really surprised,

that the winner is that dude Jacob, or Mike? I dont know, it’s...

Tw??

He sat in the large room

Many of his other peers flooded into the close together seats

Chatting

Laughing

And wondering whose going up onto the cheep looking school stage first

The lights turn off

And shine onto the principal who is welcoming all and teaching how to act

No talking

No eating

No disrespecting

No leaving

When he leaves a girl comes up

She clears her throat

Picks up the mi...

Back home, surrounded by strangers. In the city where I grew up, so many people I don’t know. Old friends all gone, living somewhere else, only home for Christmas. But who am I to judge, I’m not home any more often. I avoid the heavy blanket of anonymity as well. I stand in a crowded place, squeezed from every side. The subway doors open and close ceaselessly, letting people in and throwing others...