Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Inspired by Breanna Lynn
A character who is suffering has to keep their composure in front of others.
Write a story involving this scenario. You don't have to reveal why the character is suffering, but try to think of a situation where they would have to conceal their feelings.
Writings
It seems like yesterday
That I first met you
Joyful, full of life,
Carefree and humble.
The more I learned of you,
The more awed I became,
Who was this girl
That smiled through her pain?
The doctors said terminal,
You simply shrugged it off.
Kept on living to the fullest,
Cherishing every moment.
No one could've guessed
That your life was slowly fading,
For you smiled ever-still,
We all kept ho...
The walls of Ginsberg Junior High seemed to close in on Will as he struggled to get to his next class. It was room 13, just down the hall and to the right. It shouldn’t be too hard. He tightened his arms around his binder as the blood started dripping from the ceiling. His heartbeat quickened along with his pace. The students gave him odd looks as he passed. He closed his eyes and told himself it ...
The place I’m living is called Happiness but the others living is the depression. Somehow, I wonder if I need to be happy here. I ponder on it and kept thinking. I couldn’t find any joys in my life but I felt happy somehow. The surface of me felt happy somehow. I thought about the hobbies I have which makes me happy. None. Really. I inhabit here but I feel like I don’t belong here nor the depressi...
Every time I am near you, I feel like I can finally breathe.
But at the same time, the oxygen never fills my lungs.
I feel so much, but can only show so little.
Because now, now I am only one of many.
I cant help but be fearful of what's coming/
I dont want to lose you in the chaos of my feelings
Why, why right now and why you?
Why do I feel like you're the sun shining in my face, warming my...
In the heart of a bustling city, where the cacophony of life echoed through narrow alleys, lived a young woman named Maya. She wore her pain like a delicate veil, concealing it behind a practiced smile. To the world, she was a symphony of grace—a poised dancer, a diligent employee, a caring friend. But beneath the façade, her soul played a different tune—one of quiet suffering.
Maya's days were a...
I look around and see so many unknown faces. I go quiet; I can't seem to get out any words. In crowded places like this I feel like a nobody. People greet me and I force a smile so that they don't recognize my discomfort. A few people shoot me looks, I wonder if they're judging me. Is something wrong with my outfit? Did my mascara smudge? Do they think I'm weird or ugly? Do they realize that I fee...
“I just don’t see you and me working, B. I love her.” His eyes that were once soft like a cozy blanket now held the roughness of jagged rocks. The same lips that I used to kiss senselessly were now the same ones being used to spit out words that gripped my heart like a vice and squeezed until the red turned blue.
Damn him for doing this in a brightly lit eclectic cafe. The colorful polka dotted ...
I remember seeing him on the floor, stepping over the colored vomit and walking to the door where my Grandma knocked violently.
I remember her face when the door opened- seeing her son on the floor like that. She thought he was dead. God… we all did.
Me and my two sisters- me being only nine, both sisters younger- we didn’t know what to do at the time. Looking back, there was so much I could’ve ...
Just breath.
Make eye contact
Smile for extra measure.
Laugh for reassurance.
Everything’s fine.
Walking into the class room. Sit next to my best friend.
“Are you ok?”, she asks.
“Never better”, I reply.
Look around to see who might be watching. Eyes go to Logan. Next I see Levi. Then Lucas, Aubrey, Livy. Their all looking at me. A lump forms in my throat. I look away. I focus on t...
Deep breath in.
Hold it.
Deep breath out.
Just keep breathing to stop the tears.
Don’t let them see you cry.
You look down at your young daughter and smile. She can’t know how much pain you’re in. It’ll destroy her. You keep one hand pressed to your wound and raise the other to your little girl’s face. She leans into it, crying.
You feel the tears well up once more, so you force yourself...
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