Writing Prompt

The old photo frame lay on the table, its glass fractured clean through the middle. One side held my face, grinning, the other — my brother’s, his eyes the same color as the storm outside.

“You never meant it,” I muttered, my fingers tracing the jagged split between us. The house was too quiet, walls heavy with things left unsaid.

He left two years ago. No note. No call. Just a slammed door and th...

Sometimes it takes losing someone,

To realize

You love them

But then you’re stuck,

With feelings that could have belonged,

Without the person

They were meant for

So all you have left

Is pieces of your heart;

Instead of the whole

But you can’t quite make them fit,

Back together,

Not perfectly;

As time slips a

w

a

...

Divisions

Revisions

Decisions

Not hidden

Good ridden

Or smitten

Or written

The loss

The toss

The boss

Then cross

Divide

reside

My side

Good bye

Fractured...

“You are 10 minutes late, Mrs Lee. Our clinic runs on time, as you know.”

I tried not to be too rude but had to interpret what the receptionist was saying. I gave her an apologetic Korean smile. She nodded.

“Your therapist will be out in a minute so take a seat.”

We turned around and walked through a few rows of chairs. She grabbed the first empty chair next to the white wall. She was so glad...

..Idk maybe a pot or something.. (I have no motivation for this anymore)....

There is a saying

That we are worth more

Than the sum of our parts

It's like saying the sun

Isn't a star

It's a concept

I can't believe

My cracks

Merging and breaking

More than it all

But I never feel myself

By the end

Bottling my feelings

Before I

Dragging my emotions along

Deepening the cracks

Do not or do

Hearts slashed apart

Here is everywhere and not

Have nothing but my own thoughts

...

Richard dug 3 unmarked graves in the last month. One for each body he found in his trunk.

A mugger, a hooker, and a homeless man he knew from the park. He never remembered how they died.

He stepped down into his 4th grave holding a revolver. He lifted the muzzle of the gun to his temple. Darkness followed.

He woke without clothes in his bed as though he’d showered, a towel around his waist. As...

So many things can break with such little effort.

Brisa Crowe peered through the keyhole, able to see very little of the room beyond, but hearing so many different conversations. She tried to force her focus onto what her parents were saying, though it was incredibly difficult.

Still, she managed it.

“We’ve got to get out here,” her dad said quietly.

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Anywhere but here.”

...

I never saw it coming. My head was slammed against the wall, and as I slumped to to the floor I passed out. The blood from my head wound stained the floor. It also was on the hands of my attacker, who hastily washed his hands and ran out of my apartment.

My head was fractured in a few places. I was barely breathing when I was rescued. The EMT picked me up and laid me on the stretcher. I was in a c...

Children flocked to the school bursting with excitement. Boxes, bags and carts bravely accompanied the young minds inside. For today was the Grand Science Fête. A cheerfully bright banner had been draped across the door frame. Posters littered the walls at quirky angles.

At last there was a child at every table, organised according to their project. Except for the table at the back of the large ...