Writing Prompt

Your destiny is calling you and requires an adjustment from you. No matter what you do, remember that your destiny is calling you to adapt your actions and timing accordingly. It may be daunting, but embrace the new experiences and step away from those who were not there to support you. Embrace the change, as your destiny is calling you forward.

When Destiny calls, don't look back or you will fall behind. Keep your mind on your spirit and stay focused on moving forward. Remember to regain control and reach for your destiny, not dwell on the past. Where you have been does not define where you are going. Your destiny and your future are waiting for you.

I’d leave myself inside while we fall asleep side by side I’d bite your ear and whisper sweet lullabies Baby your worth it Seriously your perfect I’d tell you how enraptured in your beauty I have become the moment it comes to my mind not the day after I’d press play on that movie you wanted to make I’d be the space you need to feel safe in It’s because you can let go And be free I’ll fill you spirit up Just like you when you put it on me I love you darling It’s so scary to say Baby i miss you more everyday in every way Be a hole on my moon A mark in my spirit They wouldn’t believe us If we told em we did it I would somehow be able to encapsulate into words what you mean to me darling I’d be able to move the mountain of space that was keeping us apart And run the overarching bounds to get to you boy I see you I see you darlin and I’m almost there I see you darlin just stay for your bear

I think I need a change My life has become ever so complicated I’m not quite sure where it’s leading me

I have been waiting for things to happen, Expecting they would come at the right time And making lots of wishes

But I think I need a change I think I need to do something I need to wake up, and reorient

It’s my life after all It’s my responsibility They’re my dreams after all I should make them my reality

Pouring the coffee for a regular who came every morning at six, she looked up and smiled with a genuine expression of joy to see him. His eyes were dark with a look of flirtation, making her feel like a teen all over with a tingly feeling she couldn’t ignore and thoughts of many ways she could seduce him and have her way. Just from her guess, he looked to be about twenty seven, four years older then her.
Jenna had worked there for almost a year and knew his life story. Two older brothers, Jeff and Mike, grew up in LA with his mom and step dad. He liked fast cars and played basket ball, and that she could tell from his six foot frame. He worked at a bank just down the street with a degree in accounting he was trying to persue. To top it off, he was still very single and she felt they were destined to be soul mates. She felt at ease every time he came in as though he melted all her worries away.
“Usual?” she asked as he pulled out his phone, and the crowd seemed to be just a noise in the dark.
“Yes” he said “and one for my girl” Jenna’s face turned white as the joy melted away. He never mentioned a girlfriend or wife and always talked as though he was flirting. Her heart sank in her chest like an anchor at sea as a coworker walked by, bumping her shoulder. Still taking in the words he just said, the coffe spilled over onto the counter and now she felt flustered and fallen apart. It couldn’t be true she thought to herself, cleaning up the mess as her cheeks turned red.
“Two it is” she said, trying to contain her composure, “but I must say, you seem very single” she finished, hoping it didn’t sound too forward. “I mean, you just look so untamed” she said as he chuckled and watched her finish cleaning up.
“It’s just been a week” he said, texting and waiting like the world was just a faint noise behind him. “We work together” he finished, like he needed to explain.
Finished cleaning her mess, Jenna grabbed another cup and started from scratch. This wasn’t going according to plan. She had so many ideas how to sweep him away and having a girlfriend was not in the picture. Thinking fast as she poured more coffee, she said a white lie “I figured you like being single” she said, watching his expression as he started to grin and repressed her concious wanting to take him under the sheets. She felt so gitty, but held her composure as he then replied.
“I do” he said, “but Lisa just strikes me with a flame I can’t explain” he finished, as Jeana said nothing while he then took a sip after she was done.
“This is great” he said, taking a sip, then reached into his wallet for cash to pay.
It was at that moment Jeana then said without thinking twice, “I know a girl whose been watching you” she said, catching his attention as he looked up and stopped. Jeana hadn’t thought about how it would play out, but she couldn’t let some other girl sweep him away.
“Really?” he said as he put down a twenty.
Jeana then blushed as she wiped her hands on her apron to then take his twenty and walked over to the register. With her back turned as she rang him up, she could feel him staring as though he knew. Her shoulders were tense as she pulled out his change. Twelve dollars and eighty cents she counted out like she’d done it for years.
When she turned around to walk back, Mark was smiling as though he knew, his dark eyes watching as she reached out her hand to give him his change.
“Do I know this girl?” he asked, leaning in as he put his change in his wallet and propped his elbow up on the counter. The lady behind him was getting impatient, but he didn’t care and wanted to know.
“Maybe” she said with a grin, then finished “I’ve known her twenty eight years and she is a great cook” she finished as he let out a chuckle and knew it was her.
“Can you do me a favor?” he asked as he grabbed a pen from the counter.
Jenna answered, not sure what to expect “Sure, anything” she said.
“Take my number and give me a call” he finished as he wrote it down on her hand, his hand warm and gentle as her body filled with excitement he caught on in a flash.
“I’m off at eight” she said as the lady behind coughed, hoping they would take it as a hint to be done. Jenna the finished “And I’m off tomorrow” winking one eye as he then straightened up and said “Dinner at eight tomorrow. I’ll pick you up” he said. “And by the way, I love a good cook” He pulled his hand slowly away as Jenna looked down to read the number in black ink. “413-555-2168” she said in a whisper, as though she had a wish come true. A date with Shawn Mathew from upstate New York. She heard him talking one day with a client and discussed where they lived for a work project. Her heart was there and wanted to fly as he said with a grin “Single it is” and turned to leave.
Jenna knew then he would be her man to sweep her away and leave the past. Her mother had taught her there was only one man and soon she would find him like a drop from the sky. Today was that day she grinned a big grin and watched his frame go back through the crowd and out the door, into a world of chaos and hope.

I’ve always been the one to believe That coincidence isn’t just coincidence That most things in life are fated That everything has significance But then I had that conversation with you It made me doubt Made me question it all How can you truly believe in fate? When things like death exist? Or illness? Or horrible, gruesome things happen to good people everyday? Is it possible that it’s the whole balance concept? That without suffering you wouldn’t have the good? So is fate truly real? I’m not so sure anymore But honestly Will anybody ever true know the answer?

Me: I do not want peace…

Fayte: “it’s funny, most people who say that are already looking for it”

Again, I do not want peace and I just believe a lot of my actions are predisposed but us; here in this church I absolutely cannot explain it

smiles “so Destiny was right!”

Your friend?

“Yeah”

Nooo!

“She was the barmaid, who suggested we sleep together”

No, no, no you lied?

“No I didn’t, I fast tracked the conversation to what I needed”

Same fucking thing?!

“Not really, Destiny told me where you would be and I was there waiting for you”

So I was bait to catch fate?

“Fayte, stupid parents, who catches fate anyway?”

The one who doesn’t fully believe.

“That can’t be right, that would make you someone who could wield fate”

scoffs

“Yeah right”

The bike The road Two people 1 love A spark Comes When two lips Part One ready One not But she Believes In true love With him But then He cheats Anger Sorrow Disbelief For now she Was wrong True love Is gone

Fate Yeah right, how stupid am I 14 years of my life spent thinking everything would be ok because the universe said so. That everything would work out perfectly because that’s what it was SUPPOSED to do. But as it turns out: The universe is almost never in your side.

Destiny Best in me Want to see Will is free You then me No longer we Forever glee Way of the sea We now me Tessa🦋

“It is my fate to live for others.” — Esmé Purie Lapointe

His cold eyes swept through the room. One girl, with blonde curls, stared back at him, her mouth half-opened, her brown doe eyes wide. Her lips were parted, and her cheeks were dusted pink. The young woman looked as if she had been caught doing something illicit, or perhaps she had only been shocked.

“You,” he said, pointing at Esme, his oldest. “Come here.”

She rose slowly from her seat, taking one last look around the group before coming over to where he stood. She took hesitant steps closer to the desk until she couldn't take another step and waited for him to speak again, her shoulders hunched slightly forward, as though bracing herself against an attack. She had to know what it was going to sound like, but she couldn—

WHACK.

His hand flew out, connecting hard with her cheek. She cried out, stumbled backward, and fell to her knees. She curled in on herself, hands covering her face, as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

He moved away from her then, turning so she wouldn't see his face while he spoke.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” he asked, his voice low and cold. “Doing this in public? In front of your classmates?” The words echoed off the walls of the empty classroom.

I know I'm a disappointment. I always have been. No matter how hard I try, it's never enough. But I can't help feeling like it's my responsibility to make everyone else happy.

Then papers started raining. Papers falling everywhere, like water from a broken tap. Papers clattering across desks, falling onto the floor. The sound caused Esme to whimper quietly in pain, and she raised her head to stare at him helplessly, her fingers still pressed into her reddened cheek.

99%

99%

Ninety-nine percent.

“After all that studying, you missed one question? You’re such a disappointment. And now your classmates are laughing at you. They think it’s funny.” His words came out in harsh, short bursts of air, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Get out.” He gestured toward the door with his free hand. “Get out now. I don’t want to have to deal with you anymore.”

“Father, I-“

“NOW!” he snarled, his face flushed red. He grabbed hold of her upper arm, forcing her to stand. Esme tried to wriggle away from him, but there was nowhere to go.

That was the day she fully understood her fate to live for someone else.

In middle school, Esme hit puberty. Her breasts swelled, and her hips filled out. She became more beautiful. More popular. More attractive. She began dressing in different clothing styles, different colors and patterns, so many of them she lost count. She spent hours every single day in the library, reading books and learning about makeup and fashion. She wore her hair long, and it curled naturally whenever she brushed it, and made her skin glow.

Drip.

Drip.

“Wh- what’s wrong with you?” Bella and her friends gaped at Esme, a red mark dragged diagonally across her elegant features. Crimson red blood dripped down her chin. She wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.

Esme’s lip quivered. “Are you happy?” She smiled. The corners of her pretty face twitched ever so slightly.

“No!” Bella screamed, “I am not happy! How.. How could you do that to yourself?!”

“You asked me to.”

“I- I was joking!”

“But I wasn’t.”

The two girls glared at each other. “Well, you should never have said anything! This isn’t funny!”

The bell rang.

As Bella rushed off to class, leaving Esme alone in the hallway, Esme lowered herself to the ground. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and buried her face in her palms.

“Please be happy.. please,” Esme whispered. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying desperately that the tears would stop falling. “If you’re happy…then I’ll get to live. Just a bit longer.”

I can't stop thinking about what happened before that. It's like I'm stuck in this loop, replaying it over and over again in my head.

99 things.

This makes the hundredth.

Eat that cigarette butt.

Undress yourself.

Lick my shoes clean.

Drink that toilet water.

Stop crying, you're ugly.

You're weak.

So are we.

In college, Esme's father's health was in poor condition. As a result, Esme, being the oldest and the one to inherit the property and wealth, went on ninety-nine blind dates, all of which ended with ninety-nine ignored feelings, except for one.

"Living for others is my destiny," Esme said to the man sitting across from her.

"But that's not true," the man replied. "You have the power to make your own choices and live for yourself."

Esme's heart raced as he spoke. She had never heard anyone challenge her beliefs like this before. Could it be true? Was it possible for her to prioritize her own happiness instead of constantly trying to please others? Could she really—

CRASH!

The sound of shattering glass jarred Esme from her thoughts. She looked up to see the bartender frantically mopping up the spill. The sound of the broken bottle echoed loudly in the empty bar, and Esme felt her heart racing in her chest. The memory of her reddening cheeks and maddening creeps came flooding back, and she felt herself withdrawing from the conversation with the man.

Right, her destiny cannot be changed. It is predetermined for her. It is her fate.

Just like that, one hundred dates and one hundred failures. Esme sighed, feeling defeated. With a heavy heart, Esme accepted that her destiny was to forever live for others in a cruel, unforgiving world.