Writing Prompt

Well, there goes Joe again.

Hitting cats with shovels.

If I had known I was going to be assigned the imaginary companion to a child psychopath I would have just stayed in purgatory.

“Common Jay, let’s see if we can get all of Miss Clifton’s cats! Then we’ll get our payback.” Joe exclaimed with a devious grin stretched across his bony face.

Joe was dead set on killing all of Miss Clifton’s aft...

Honestly, I hate it.

Part of my job is that you have a number of years to establish yourself. You work up the courage and put it all out there. And then it's over, and you have to go on the job hunt, find a new symbiote, and move on as if nothing happened. There is so little loyalty.

"I need you over here," she said. "I need you to admire my work."

It was quite something. It used color energet...

I came to be on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I’m not sure how, but I knew I was called ‘Mr. Spoons’ and that I was born to make tea and serve it, at least twelve times a day, to inanimate objects. My best friend in the whole house was Alice, and she was great. She was the best at playing and also talking. In fact, she talked enough for the both of us, and that was fine by me.

I came alive when she ...

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“Every dream, every nightmare, every desire, every wish-upon-a-star is a creation. There’s a misconception that imaginary friends are a force of a child’s own will. Which isn’t entirely wrong, but there’s so many variab...

“Even though I’m too old to talk to you anymore it’s just nice to have someone around.” Krista whispers from under her comforter.

I nod and gleam a smile. Her father does his third round of lock checking around the cabin. He anxiously murmurs to himself, rifle strung around his back.

Krista, playing her part hides under her comforter with her Cinderella duffel bag. She explains to me it’s her...

I am the creature you created to fulfill your most desperate wishes.

I am the hero who lives to slay the monster under your bed.

I am the one who loves you more than life itself, and always will.

I am your knight in shining armor.

I am your dearest friend.

I am your closest confidant.

And you are my everything.

I should be yours.

I SHOULD BE YOURS!

I live to love you, but you can’t...

I am an imaginary friend, created by a child's imagination. My name is Sparky, and I have been with my best friend, Lily, since she was three years old.

Lily's parents don't know about me. They think their daughter is playing alone in her room, but I am always there with her, watching over her, and keeping her company. Lily talks to me about everything, from her dreams and fears to her favorite ...

Imagine this imagine that perfect friend forever smile when you say cry on demand say this day that laugh chat good perfect perfect person perfect puppet perfect pact die fly my life has no worth so perfect pact for people who want to die though it was a joke but no noise shall be made or we’ll be caught you imagine me as your friend when I’m really just a knife...

“Gigi, come here” I say looking down the well.

“What’s that” Gigi asks, batting her lashes, and pushing her brown messy hair out of her face.

I stick my head in and try to look further, but all I can see is darkness. A void that feels so familiar.

“I don’t know. But I hear a dripping sound” I say, and the words echo down the well. I wonder if whatever is down there can hear what I say. If it w...

Here I am

Over here

Remember Sam

Chase your fear

I’m your friend

Real or not

Here to mend

Hearts and lot

But ignored

From time to time

You grow old

No longer mine

Tessa🦋...