Writing Prompt

She drinks. Her breath stinks of it. Her cheeks are always red. They don’t get close enough to see her rotten teeth. They see her smile and teach, laugh and joke. They see her set up races and muck in. They don’t see what I see.

She drinks. Her breath stinks of it. Her cheeks are always red. Her teeth are rotten and her spittle flies along with the belt. I see her jump up, see that look in her ey...

He hides in the shadows, but no one is scared of him. It’s more of the opposite, the way he cowers away, pulling his claws in at the light of a flashlight. More bark than bite, is one name for it. A mere Halloween decoration some call him, though he is very clearly living and breathing in the same world we are. His chest rises and falls more quickly when he is scared and if you put a hand to his f...

Once upon a time, there's a man who's just lying on his bed all day and do nothing but to overthink. He takes a deep breath and cries "How can I pay our land title, it's already November and by the end of the year, I should have to pay it or else we're gone".

He's the bread winner of his family and they thought that he has enough money to pay. He is very hopeless and don't know what do, anxiousl...

Why is it that I’m always seen as a monster. When am I ever taken under consideration? when have I been loved? is this thing I’m seeking for just not there? Or am I not ready to look for it…?...

Before I used to be scared

No I really don’t care

Before I used to repeat the same nightmare

Now it’s like you were never even there

I wish I could talk to old me

I wish I could help her see

See what you really are

That your not a terrifying monster the color of tar

That your just a stupid shadow under my bed

That from the beginning it was all in my head

That your were nothing but an ugly fantasy...

In a world where humans conquared their universe. Aliens aren’t as bad as they seem.

If I’m being honest, they’re less like aliens and more like animals or a different species of human in most cases. For easier understanding we call them aliens though.

For the past 70 years humans and aliens have been living in peace amongst eachother, not to say there isn’t any hostile ones. After long war with...

Fear

Leer

Cheer

Dear

Franky

Lanky

Cranky

Pranky...

In my bones

There is an aching

A love that’s never fading

Sunset’s on my mind

You sit there waiting

For me to come home

Oh I already know

I’m anxious on the inside

Waiting for you to catch me tongue tied

Your eyes they watch my breath

Rise and fall, you know me best

Fingers running down my chest

No one’s ever seen me quite like this

But am I missing the next best thing

Women wrapped tightly ar...

“Be nice Dad.”

“I am nice.”

“No, mean it Dad. Be nice. Ryan is a sensitive kid,” Ronnie leaned in and whispered into his father’s ear. “Marilyn is already nervous about letting him stay here.”

“Stop breathing on me boy. I am always nice. Ask your momma. She like me or you wouldn’t be here,” Roscoe said. “It’s not my fault your woman don’t like you.”

Roscoe laughed and then wheezed into a hack...

It's a common, horrid thing,

That contains the letters

P-R-I-D-E

It squelches gracious mercy,

And laughs at moral

Humility

It rears its head and screams

And says, "I'm more than

Enough, you see."

It leaves no room for forgiveness

Or love, focused

Only on being greatness

It's monstrous face is not

A scare, but welcomed by

Most on the block.

Woe to us, our blinded eyes,

How can we not see the

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