Writing Prompt

“Do you remember our first date?”

She paused with her fork midway to her mouth. She looked him in the eye. She looked around the crowded restaurant without moving her head. Then, she smiled. “Of course, dear. We had our first date here. Which is why we always come here on our anniversary.”

He smiled back. He smacked his forehead with his palm. “Right! How could I be so stupid? How coul...

Time

Stands still

No more memories

Where did we meet

Heart...

I remember it like it was yesterday. We were having a party at our place and invited the usual friends: Erica, Ian, Charlie, Taylor. We had just finished dinner and were having glasses of wine and chatting. It was just the three of us with you and me sitting next to each other and Erica sitting across from us at our island. We had so much fun that night. 

Erica ended up telling us a story about t...

_March 6th, Year of the Golden Scales; Day 18:_

_Today marks the eighteenth day I have been lost at sea. Goddamnit all._

_The ocean drags my ship away, then, it refuses to return me to my land, but instead, sends a storm my way, as if to slap me in my face. Do the gods of the water and sky wish to see me die an early death from anger?_

_Once again, my supplies are low. I expect to not make the ...

She was buried deep in sleep, submerged in the warmth, on the outskirts of dreams, when she felt him shift and quietly slip out of bed. That was Jim, her sweet, always (almost) considerate husband who always rose from bed before her. Showering in the downstairs bathroom so as not to wake her. She sighed, turned over and began the slow and faltering ascent to wakefullness. NPR came on the radio p...

_- there’s a panic attack, not super in detail, but I figured I’d mention it. you have been warned -_

“How nice.”

I smiled at my grandmother’s words as I introduced my girlfriend. As my parents had passed quite recently and she had become my gaurdian, her opinion meant the world to me.

“How did you two meet?” Grandma leaned back in her recliner, ready to hear the story.

Elena lo...

“Ugh! ‘Please remember…’ But remember what? What’s happening?!” Harper throws her dagger, watching it slice mid-blade.

Two days since that boy broke in. Two days since she started to recall the night she woke up, yet the elusive details slip away each time she reaches for them.

She shudders, closing her eyes as her voice screams in her mind, the icy touch of chains wrapping around her limbs. May...

It has always been

Since the end of time

Just you and me

We’re intertwined

And yet if I think

Of a time before us

My memories are murky

Lost and rendered dust

I used to think

That nothing before you

Mattered to me

Enough to hold on to

But now I realize

Suspicion lurks

Every tender you give me

Every time you smile and flirt

What is my backstory

Did I have a childhood

Were we always together

Or...

She sat across from me, stirring her coffee with a wooden spoon. The cafe gave us each one, and we were expected to use it and leave it on the table afterward. I sometimes took mine. I wondered if she took her, too. I should know that, after years of being together. Fourteen years with Agatha, nine married.

With a wink she passes me the sugar and I thank her, pouring some into my drink. She know...

You twisted lines across my broken heart,

You left me

I can’t remember,

Who I am,

Who you are,

Where we met,

When we met,

Who we are,

Who I was

You left me

You fixed me and your intoxicating smell still follows me around the room

Because I wont let me forget you...