Writing Prompt

Allison Beasley wasn’t a stalker.

In fact, you might even say, she strove to be the complete opposite of one. As in,  if it wasn’t her problem than it remained such until it either became her problem or someone asked for her  opinion as in,  she didn’t pry. As in,  somebody’s personal life was personal up until they themselves disclosed any information they deemed relevant.  as in, she had...

“Tony, go get your backpack and let’s go, you’re going to be late! It’s your first day and I don’t want your teachers thinking you’re a bad kid!”

“I left my pants at the dry cleaners, Mom. I don’t want to wear another pair either.” Tony walked into the kitchen brushing a knot out of his hair with his fingers.

“Tony where’s your brush? Get ready, let’s go! You’re just gonna have to wear another p...

Garry had accepted years ago that his job was as much Therapist and Glorified Babysitter as it was anything else. That didn’t make it any easier on days like this.

“Terry? Are you going to join us today?”

From the other side of an intentionally-ajar door Garry heard a book close before, “I am not!”

He pushed the door open so he could make eye contact with the giant middle-aged man-child he nee...

“Wake up, wake up. We have to go.” Chloe heard her mom’s voice somewhere above her, interrupted by a raspy cough. Her eyes popped open as she smelled the smoke in the air. Her room was filled with smoke, and behind her closed door burned a bright glow.

“Mom, what’s happening? What do we do?”

“There was some faulty wiring that caused the fire, and the firemen are outside, we have to jump down th...

Dear Mom and Dad

The hiking is beautiful here. George was so excited finally be in Patagonia. I enclosed a Polaroid of his priceless face. Looks like it was a good idea bringing grandpas old camera with us. Wonder why? Oh wait,it was my idea.

At this time we are in a trading post in some little village that barely shows on the map. By the time this letter reaches you we will be long gone. Appar...

I’m always forgetting things, leaving things behind or losing things all together. It started at an early age, I blamed the sock monsters, the dust bunnies and the ear worms that wouldn’t let me forget some silly song but always made me lose track of why I entered a room. My mother always told me “ you’d forget your head if it weren’t attached to your own shoulders”. She wasn’t wrong, I could lose...

I was rushing to pack a go bag for my short vacation but I kept getting distracted by my husband and my mother both demanding things from me. I had to put dinner on the table, I had reach for something for my mom, and the dog was begging to go out.

I tried to remain calm and collected, but time was running away from me and I felt a little stressed. At last I zipped up my bag and hurried to the car...

“What day is it? Also when does Grandma come?” Asked Shelby as she stood upright in the doorway to the kitchen.

“It’s Monday and your invited to a pool party at Mia’s this afternoon.” Said Shelbys mom, Ally. She was making lunch. “..And then we need to head to the supermarket for grandmas birthday dinner so pack a change of clothes for after the party.” She finished, squirting mustard on the sand...

"but i forgot my pants!" they call out in their american drawl from the boot of the car.

"what?!" i yell from the drivers seat. "how the hell! do you forget-" i put extra pronunciation on this next word "-trousers?!"

they flop into shotgun and sigh, shrugging. going anywhere with ardyn is never, not chaotic. they always forget something. i shake my head, grinning. not to be stereotypical, but bl...

“Alright,” I thought, “time to pick Farmer kit, with those amazing diamond pants that you cannot get at the middle island.”

“Wait, no—no, no…. bruh.” The game had already started, and I was using Enderman.

“Seriously? Enderman? I have literally one pearl which I can only use after 30 seconds. Bruh.”

I attempted to leave my spawn island, but my enemy was a camper—he sat on his island with a bow, an...