Writing Prompt

My heart is pounding, I can’t focus on anything. He can’t be gone, he just… can’t. I… I don’t understand. He was supposed to be invincible. He was supposed to beat it. All I can see is his body, right there, in a casket. I’m only fourteen. What am I going to do without him? This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. He was supposed to teach me to drive, see me graduate, bring me to college, help ...

Sinking deeper into my mattress. Watching the blood drip don’t my wrist. In straight and uneven lines. Closing my eyes and wishing and praying for my death. Sinking lower and lower in to the pit of despair....

Pippa doesn’t even recognize herself.

In the mirror, she appears how she remembers. Black tangly hair. Deep brown eyes. Olive skin that is a bit pale at the moment. But if one studies further, they would see the tension in her body. The permanent downtick of her lips. The worry lines.

But if the mirror truly showed her insides, she bets that she wouldn’t recognize any part.

Without Salen, wh...

So you guys are probably wondering why I’m not on a lot and I probably made some worry about my health especially in my writing “done with life”

My family and myself are going through a hard time right now last night at

4:30am my grandpa on my fathers side papaw ended up passing away last night

I have lost all motive and reasoning to write

I feel detached and a shell of myself the grieve t...

Grief is a peculiar thing. The exact definition is ‘the anguish experienced after a significant loss, usually the death of a beloved person.’ That’s wrong though. Grief is crushing. It never leaves you, even after years. It sneaks up on you. You can never tell when it will break your heart and leave you breathless. 

My mind was numb. There was no noise, no taste, no smells. It was just me, sittin...

The ashes lie heavy in his hands. Rough and dry, they spill through his fingers, into the urn. Men try to speak to him, to offer condolences, but he barely grants them a turn of his head. He cares not for what they might say; he cares not for anything. How can he, when the one he loved beyond all others, beyond his own life, is dead? How can one shriveled soul survive without its dearest frie...

“All these years of work…wasted!” His anguished roars bellowed through the shack, and surrounding forest, as he lifted her viles and bottles deliberately smashing each one to the earthen floor. Losing his balance in this forceful act, he fell in a heap on the broken bottles. He stood dripping small bits of blood as he walked towards their bedroom. He screeched while he wildly clawed at the lin...

Hummmmmmmmmm

A hummingbird appeared

in the courtyard, when my

aunt Keri was about to die.

It landed on each of us and

Then flew inside.

Hummmmmmmmmmm

Keri was pure and kind.

She loved grapefruits.

She loved how sweet they were.

How ironic.

Hummmmmmmmmmm

They don’t tell you how when

You have a close extended

Family you feel the weight

Of a loss in ripples.

Their grief pulses and collid...

(School has started so I won’t be as active, but anyways, I present to you part three, continuation of ‘The Letter!’)

The day that Cloeanne died was the quietest day in the history of the Hallings’ home. Uncle Finn wandered around aimlessly, still wearing the same clothes from the night she died and still feeling that horrible aching tug at his stomach. He could not bear to look at the girls. Th...

The muffled voices, silent screaming the undertone to it all. Invisible hands reach up from the ground. Invisible tears and blood form an invisible sea that closes in above my head. Smiles invoke a dark, unbridled fury. A Titan shifts behind me, plucking away the good and peeling back my invisble mask. My silent begging as my life pours through the cracks is unheeded. What people see is someone wh...