Writing Prompt

Hello sir, my name is Fred and thank you for allowing me to help out on your project. I like doing volunteer work for our military veterans that have served our country. What is it that you would like me to help you with?

Come inside Fred, I’m Jim and this is my wife Sandra. Hello Sandra, let’s go into the bathroom.

I need the water lines run to my new vanity and the surround needs to be instal...

Oh no

Not again

Why do I always say yes

I guess

It’s because

I have good intentions

Not to mention

I never want

To

Let anyone

Down...

Ten stuffed another donut into his mouth. "No, I just think its a job for someone-"

"Okay. stop." Iris held up a hand to shield herself from the powered-sugar-spray, face twisted in disgust. "She made her choice."

"Yeah! I made my choice" Masha parrots. She twirls, skirt spinning like a small whirlpool. "Besides, it's not like I'll get caught."

"That's what they all say." Ten smirks and takes a...

God I wish I hadn’t volunteered to be the person to break so many hearts. I volunteered to early and now it’s too damn late to back out. Chrysanthemum, my darling is one I’m terrified to hurt now. I’m afraid to tell her how I feel, for fear I may tear her heart out as I continue to fall. Too many have told me to confess. To confess would be to give myself up and how am I to do that and stay just a...

Why did I sign up for this

Of course you did too

And maybe I would have forgotten about you

If this hadn’t happened.

Don’t worry, just a little longer dear

Stay don’t leave me dear

Say, I’ll keep you dear

In my heart

I wait

Someday.

Maybe.

We can be together....

I wish I didn't have to be here.

I struggled with all my might as the tentacles pulled me down into the trash pile below, ready to swallow me whole right then and there.

I had been volunteering at the landfill for almost a week now. It's not like I had a choice; I had had several misdemeanours and two felony convictions. "Now get a life," I remember the officer's last words when I left prison ...

Let me start by telling you that I'm not too fond of cats. I never have. They always seem to have an ulterior motive. They quickly shift from purring playfulness to attacking apex predators. I used to call them "demons" as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

I am sitting on the kitchen floor with a knife firmly in my hand, pointing at the cat. His eyes are glowing red, and his fur is standing up. If ...

We stand in a line wile the Sargent threats us. I guess one of the tools are missing and he thinks that one of us are trying to escape. Or make a weapon. As far as I know. Non of us are doing so.

“Who took it. Whoever took it, step forward and face your punishment.”

Still nobody stepped forward. I could practically hear the screaming already, of whoever did it.

“I’ll ask again. WHO TOOK IT?”...

“It will be a good day,” I repeated. “Everything will go fine, and you will feel better for doing it. For being there.”

I turned from a reflection that seemed to say, “You’re lying,” and picked up my car keys. The clock struck ten; I needed to leave now if I didn’t want to be late.

The even was fifteen minutes away. I knew the building, went on a date there once with someone I barely remember. ...

“Ugh… This is horrible…” He grumbled to himself. How on earth did he get himself into this situation? All he wanted to do was spend a bit of his free time volunteering for a charitable organization and was even excited at the prospect to work with some kids, but he never imagined it would be like this.

He continued to clean up the mess on the floor and the stench of goblin blood was permeatin...