Writing Prompt

The inflatable ice cream man hands me the tar coloured dessert and ushers me away.

I have a queue to serve, he says.

Whatever. I walk away and take a bite of the frozen cream. I don’t have sensitive teeth. I can do what I want.

I have nowhere to be. Lectures are finished for the year, I’ve got no shifts at the posh cafe place down the road until next week.

I’m present. I’m living life, spendin...

Disclaimer: Please be considerate as this is something I have been dealing with.

"We can't be friends anymore, I'm sorry. I wish you the best of luck in the future. But I can't do it. I just can't. You will find someone who can love you more than I can, but I can't be that person. We have different needs in life, and we just can't be compatible like this. I'm sorry."

It felt like my heart had ju...

-𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝-

Those six words crushed my heart. What did he mean 'will'? What did he mean 'miss'? We see eachother every day.

-𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?-

No reply. I sit on my bed biting my teeth, hoping to get an answer. We're not done. We can't be done. This is not happening.

~𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻~

"It's going...

I walk up the stairs of Eastwood High and the dead leaves crunch under my black doc martens. “It just doesn’t make sense though. Why would a preppy know it all be the final girl in a nineties slasher?” I said.

“Well it would be like, a plot twist, y’know?” Ashton remarked.

“Maverick back me up here!” I said as I looked over at him to my left. He shrugged, “She’s right dude. The final girl is a...

I don’t understand

It was all fine yesterday

Try as I can

Have it your way

Why are you leaving

We didn’t fight

Your just cleaning

To a life isn’t right...

"It was epic! I've never experienced a ride th. at before. Like, the most immersive experience ever! I can't-" Connor’s phone lit up on the table, it read,

_Text Message _

_Melissa Clark_

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He glanced at it, expecting it to be his boss asking him to come in early for his shift like he did almost every Saturday. But when he saw her name, his mind went blank and he immediately started to panic....

I stared at my screen. A number I did not recognize had texted me once. “Look.” Then again, an image. I zoomed in, thinking it was fake at first, but then I saw it: my father, bound with rope and glaring into the camera, kept in a small room with a wooden floor. Then again: “Ha.”

I Googled the number, my heart pounding. Nothing came up. I looked up from the restaurant where I sat with my friends...

No…no…

Nononononono.

God, no! I thought I stopped it!

I couldn’t budge my eyes from my phone. I don’t even think someone could if they tied them to a speedboat and drove off at full speed. These words… these four words would haunt me for forever. I couldn’t even watch the building as it continued to collapse. The screams of terror around me were white noise compared to the noise of the thoughts...

Don’t be alarmed. Ok that’s stupid be alarmed but just a moderate amount of alarm not flappity arm alarmed. I’m Pemberley. And You are not what you think you are. You are Virginia. Vee to your friends and your Mom Mom called you Gingy Ale. You love to sing Backstreet Boys alone in your apartment. Little Weirdo.

Sister Joseph inhaled. Panicked, the slight woman looked around the cafeteria quickly...

_“It’s in the street lights”_

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Robert stared at the message on the screen in confusion, even checking the sender’s phone number, willing it to be a mistake. Looking out of his apartment window, pin pricks of fear crept up his neck as he realized he couldn’t even begin to count the number of street lights visible from his window alone. As his eyes darted around the fourth story window in front...