Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Your character cares deeply about something or someone, but is forcing themself to remain detatched from the situation.
How do they navigate their emotions?
Writings
D&M First Chapter (Davian)
I’ve been told a lot of things in my life. And I’ve always honored what my family taught me. I listened, I tried, I didn’t give up.
It sounds stupid honestly. What boy my age ever listens to his parents? I’m supposed to sneak out my window to meet a girl I don’t even like. I’m supposed to yell at my parents, tell them I don’t love them, I don’t need them. I’m supposed to slam my bedroom door and...
Rough Trade
It reeked of powder and perfume. The lights kept flickering as if they would break any moment. The walls were grimy, and nextway a few vanities were situated. The dressing room was desolate for all but two. A woman with a mature face and blonde hair sat across from a young redhead that was brushing her hair. They sat on a vanity facing each other. All that could be heard was their voices, and the ...
Shackles Of The Past
Molly’s laughter filled the room and Caleb couldn’t help but smile. He grinned as he locked eyes with Molly. Her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed, like the surface of a calm lake at sunset.
“There is no way you actually tried that,” Molly replied with a giggle as she brushed her curly brown hair behind her ear.
“Trust me, he has done worse,” Carly sighed as she shook her head.
“Carly’s rig...
I’m Calling 2
Blood seeps down the girl’s face, one hand clutches her bulging stomach, sharp pains vibrate through her spine and to the baby within her womb. Her eyes roll as someone reaches in, grabbing her beneath the armpits.
That’s when the small car explodes in a mess of heated metal and busted glass after a small spark hit the exposed gasoline.
They fall backwards under the blast, the girl groans, reac...
Distant From A Friend
“Hey!! How’s it going, Kyle?!” Said his friend walking torwards him.
“Good! You?” Said Kyle. He organized his locker in the way that he liked. He wore a black unzipped hoody as well as black jogging pants. His brown hair was put down in front of his face, over his forehead. His dark brown eyes glimmered in the uneven light of the school hallways.
“I’m great!” Said Timothy, giving him a big smi...
I’m Calling
She breathes out slowly, staring at the location on her phone. Two years ago she met him online. Two years ago.
567-408-7420, United Kingdom
CALLING •••
( Answer ) ( Decline )
She blinks rapidly as tears puddle. She slides her hands down the chilled steering wheel and stares out of the windshield, shivers run through her ridged body. She reaches over,...
Duty to the Crown
His royal duty was to protect the crown.
He would follow that until the day he died.
Even if it meant ignoring his growing feelings towards Princess Cove.
Being her personal guard meant he saw her at her best moments and her darkest ones. How could he not fall for her. She is the shining sun as opposed to his cool night. Exuding warmth, she just draws you in. Tou can’t but like her.
But he wa...
D&M Three Words (Davian’s Perspective)
All I want to do is see Maisie. I want to get lost in her blue eyes. I want to imagine us in a different lifetime where I’m not the one who killed her mother.
Sammy’s words keep echoing through my mind. You’d have to be an absolute fool to think you can keep lying to her about this.
Maybe the reason her words haven’t just left my mind—like they usually do—is because part of me beileves it.
I c...
The Fool Part 2
In the tent, he sobs, a cry of anguish stuck in his throat, while I am stuck in place. Here, I observe the horrific scene, wishing to shield his eyes from it but like a person faced with a bear, I remain still. Yes, I’m as still as an owl asleep after a night filled with the thrill of the hunt.
For weeks, we searched in the forest of endings for any signs of the fool’s father but there was nothi...
Dear Friend,
Dear Friend,
that‘s what we where in the end, right?
I know I said I needed you out of my life in order to love forward.
My life is successfully moving but my mind is stuck with you. Every day I wonder where you are and how you‘ve been. How is your mom? I hope she‘s finally healthy again. How is work; did you get that position you talked about? My God I hope you are doing better than me. Imagine...