Writing Prompt

I told the star a story

One made from ink and time

A story that I told him

A story I couldn’t rhyme

A girl once loved a man

A man once took this girl

Thought to make her his wife

But killed before he could try

The star then blinked out

Of the cold night sky

It’s light dimmed

As it began to cry

I told the star a story

Of love that was gone

It went all wrong

And the star wept

All through the night

...

“Why do you always have to ruin my day? Can’t you leave me in peace?”

“I’m ruining _your_ day? Oh please!”

“I said nothing, so beat it!”

“You didn’t have have to say _anything_, your face says it all! Look at this beautiful sunshine! You’re ruining it with your grimacing look!”

“Well I’m _so_ sorry that I’m not in a good mood right now! We can’t all have good days everyday, Chelsea!”

“That’s ...

“Maya, please, don’t do this. Put down the knife. Please”

Should I listen to him? Does he really care?

“Don’t pretend to care. You did this with Catalina too. Don’t pretend like you care about what happens to me.”

“Put. Down. The. Knife.”

“Why? Tell me why. Why should I stay in this cruel world where i have no one? Why should i stay in a world of pain and sorrow when I could go home?”

“Becaus...

Our eyes did the talking.

I’m sorry for tormenting you on this trip. I thought you were the bad guy, but it was me.

It’s okay. I haven’t been a good sister. I know you’ve needed me, and I’ve been hiding.

I did need you! I still need you! I want to show you all the fantastic stuff that Dad has shown me… even though I know

he didn’t really place all the birds out here for me to find.

I’ll try ...

Guy bustled into the kitchen and abruptly stopped, the swinging door smacking him in the back. The pile of plates clattered as he did everything to keep from spilling them from his hands. Angel was kneeling on the floor and startled as he entered. Amelia’s body sprawled out awkwardly, her face showing a wide-eyed grimace.

“Guy, this is not what you think.”

“You keep saying that. What happened? ...

“_Leave_!”

A manila evelope was open, pictures spews from the opening.

“Quinn, its not what you think!”

“I don’t…._care_,” the room was ice cold, a counter seperating us. “It’s clear, here, IN THESE PHOTOS OF YOU AND MY BROTHER!”

I flung the pictures at her, making her flinch. I wanted to see the hurt, the regret in her eyes, but the only thing she showed me was relief. I knew something was...

“I just- I don’t understand what’s going on with you recently it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore…you’ve changed.”

There was a pause.

“Well so have you, Stace”

She turned away from him, feeling her cheeks getting hot with anger-but more so hurt.

“I can see it in your eyes Steve, you don’t look at me the same as you used to, you’re barely ever home and when you are, you’re still s...

You loved me for who I was when we met, but now you want me to stop doing what I love.

I know I did, it’s just the way you played that guitar on stage that really attracted me, but now I hardly see you anymore

If I stop playing to please you and not doing what I love, I won’t be happy and have much love in my heart to give

Don’t stop playing, I need to accept that it’s part of you and love you reg...

The sky was only cool colors and the clouds were timid. There was a lack of liveliness in the room and the insignificance of the event was clearer than the tears streaming down the young boy’s face.

“Pony, I…”

“It’s my birthday.”

“Yes, I know, I know.. it’s just…”

“It’s my birthday.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And you forgot?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Are you sorry?”

“I am.”

“Say it then.”

“Say what?”

“T...

“No. I…need to wait. I’m not ready to forgive you yet. ”

“Please Rachel… I know I fucked up and I know I need to get help and I will. I’ll go in the morning and I’ll talk to someone.

“ you’ll talk to someone? Talk to someone? Just talk? This is why.. exactly why I shouldn’t forgive you! You think just talking to someone is going to fix what you did!

“I know it doesn’t fix….anything. I can never...