Writing Prompt

_“You promise me you won’t?” he asked me, his eyes searching mine. He held my face between his hands. I knew he was looking for any sign of doubt or lies on my face. _

_“I won’t,” I swore honestly. “I could never do something like that, trust me.”_

He had kissed me after that. I thought he had loved me, but he was just making me promise him something, when all the while he was lying to my face. ...

[Not The Brother prologue? *renamed*]

{Two years earlier}

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“Callie, truth or dare?”

I scoff.

“Me? Hazel, you have the wrong idea,” I mutter, crossing my arms to look the blonde in the eyes.

Hazel glares at me, along with Heather.

“Calliope Millie Summers, have fun for the first time in your life,” Heather demands, “now, Hazel. Ask again.”

“Callie, truth or dare?”

I grumble a ...

“Mia,” his voice cracked. “You understand, don’t you?”

I gasp as I hold the knife inches away from my already bleeding wrist. This is number four, and I needs to be the last.

I shake my head, my hands shaking as he holds one of his out to me. “You can’t do this.” I cry softly, tears slowly tickling down my cheeks.

He keeps his hand out, his black eyes filled with tears. Tears for me. “I can,” he...

Once you do this,

you can never go back.

You understand?

If so, wave both hands.

Too hard to rhyme

Maybe another time

Don’t be so kind

Oh just never mind.

This poem stinks.

Open eyes don’t blink.

It’s worth the kitchen sink.

I’m on the brink.

I’m all finished.

My poetry diminished.

Need to eat my spinach.

Maybe then I’ll replenish.

Tessa🦋...

Tw: slight gore

“Once you do this, you can never go back. Do you understand?”

He nodded to the best of his ability, holding the rope in his mouth. His teeth clenched tightly against the coarse and thick material, ready for the pain.

The friendly neighborhood doctor, Dr. Iven, raised his meat cleaver and smiled. A brief look of fear came into the eyes of the man held down by rope but was quickly...

I stopped and looked down. “I sleep with my wand under my pillow. Do you know why, Althea?” I looked back up at her.

She shook her head, not meeting my eyes.

“I sleep with it under my pillow because I am PARANOID that something will happen. I am so stressed out because of this whole stupid thing, that I can’t sleep if I don’t have my wand within reach.”

“What does ...

Wiston picked up the flickering candle and beckoned me over. I followed behind him, our lonely steps filling the cramped library archive corridors.

It smelled of old books and dust, and of wisdom, forgotten. And somewhere in here was the book I was searching for. The book that would determine my fate, and that of my family’s bloodline.

Winston turned left, down a narrow aisle that was stacked t...

The muffled words could barely be made out from over the phone. “Once you do this, you can never go back. You understand?”

Adrienne nodded, even though she knew Geodon couldn’t see. “I know. But I have to do it, and you know that.”

“I know.” Geodon’s voice was regretful, and Adrienne shivered. She could barely believe that she was going to do what she was planning to do. The thought would have n...

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months overthinking the past. Trying to put together pieces, imagining what could've been, should've been, or would've been. Or you can pick up the pieces off the floor and move on as a stronger, smarter person.

-Nicholas Sparks

It is easy for us to live in the past and remind ourselves of mistakes we make,but we have to let go. We have to shu...

“Here at a crossroads, I’m sure of the path although I’ve never walked it before. It’s the one on the left. The one where I’ve left, I mean. You stay and I go and that’s the end of us. It’s been a long time and a good one, in many respects. So thank you for that. And actually, if you wanna make me the bad guy, you’re welcome to do that.

I’m okay with that, if that’s what needs to be. You see, I’m...