Writing Prompt

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My oldest memory is when I was seven.

I had just lost a tooth the night before, pulled it out myself, and my grandma was wiping the blood off my chin roughly. It had dried the night before. I’d forgotten to tell her that I pulled it out before I went to bed that night.

I watched her. Her face was always in a frown. It wasn’t when she was with her friends; only for me, as though I w...

Everybody wants to judge me but nobody wants to listen to me. I told them what they did. But they didn't care. So I packed my bags and left. I never wanted to come back but I was forced to. I don't want to be here. Instead of hurting her, I hurt myself. I have scars from where I cut and a fresh new one from last night. Every time I'm in this house there is such a heavy burden on me. I want to esca...

Delicate folds of flaky bread, the perfect background for this masterpiece. Then, you have the salty ham, weaving in and out of each bite. Add in the zingy barbecue sauce and sprinkle in some sweetness with the pineapple, and you have it. A symphony of taste, with instruments that are so beautiful by themselves joining together to become even greater, a combination of sweet and salty.

That is the...

I get why they don’t trust me. I know what they whisper behind my back. ‘Oh, he’s just pretending. One day the filthy spy is gonna cut Helena’s throat,’ but I would never. Helena saved me, showed me a life I had forgotten, another choice. One besides killing monsters hiding in suits.

“We’re finally moving out!” A woman says to my left, beaming at her friend.

“Really? To where?”

“Bohemen Apartments...

Mist pours from the open windows of Dr. Winda’s home laboratory, in tandem with a cacophony explosions and electricity. Once a beloved member of the community, now ostracized for her obsession with the occult. Ever since the death of her young son, Jeremiah, many began to believe she was responsible for it. Withering with time Dr. Winda has become the monster her old community believed her to be. ...

Dad, I feel like Mom isn’t listening to anything I’m saying! She just literally said, “Sam, Sam, Sam! I cannot listen to you right now. I’m trying to get us packed and on the road in ten minutes. I love you, and I’m going to have to listen to what you’re saying in the car. Go get in the car now!”

What am I supposed to do when Charlie is getting a jerk and Mom won’t listen to me???!!!! Gah. It’s m...

“Everybody want to judge, but nobody want to listen,” I say in despair. “men can be mentally ill too but no one wants to listen to their struggles,” I say hopelessly. “Men are just as in need of help as women,” I say in a matter of factly tone. “But what am I supposed to do about it I have no say in the matter,” I say with a raw voice. “There is no use being in this world if they don’t treat me l...

Everyone is always so quick to judge. They always say my sarcastic comments and my rude composure define me, and not in a good way. They say I’m a rude and selfish person who needs to get their act together.

If everybody would just listen, they would know the truth. The true me feels so insecure I have to make other people, who seem like they have their life in control, feel bad. I’ve always hate...

The Vampire children followed me into the gardens. It was my favorite place in the whole palace. It was always so filled with magic and wonder. I needed magic and wonder right now.

I had the dagger that was strapped to my thigh, but against four of them, I didn’t stand a chance. Especially when I didn’t even know how to use said dagger.

“So where are you taking us, sunshine?” Damian asked me. ...

Why?

Everyone wants to judge and nobody wants to listen,just listen to themselves maybe,try to convince their brain about themselves that what they are, I am trying the same and every time I feel I fail yeah!!! I know right it’s freakinggggggg hard to be something just something and I really really hope you succeed:)

I want you guys to be happy

You deserve to see the sunniest sunshine,with some c...