Writing Prompt

The two knights stood at the base of the thrown, staring at the immensely beautiful women. She had a blank face but her eyes danced with curiosity.

“Your majesty, we were told there was a vicious beast that roams these lands and we have been sent to kill it.”

She did not respond. The knights were confused and turned to find someone else to talk to.

“You should see your faces,” a silvery voice gig...

A loose glob of blood dangles from my nose. There’s mold on the back half of the Wonder Bread next to the toaster. A dog pisses in the corner. Dry knuckles pythoned around a hand gun. The teeth of the missing girl already added as pendants on one of my necklaces. The men in the room wide eyed and mangy, as adolescent hyena’s. They’ve managed to trap the Lion, whose name is known throughout this da...

Lime green seaweed exuberantly dancing with the current. A broken piece of coral scowls at its colorful brethren. Tiny claws, paired with a big bodied hermit crab, summersault around a potential new shell-home. A dead faced moray eel anchors itself in its grotto. Mouth gaped open as a starving wolf. Blood pollutes the water as a spear fisherman finds its mark. Sharks idly swim towards the commotio...

Dear Diary,

Today might have been the most chaotic day of my entire life. It started out normal with waking up and eating breakfast and heading to my new job, a junior doctor! I walked into the Maine Children’s hospital, and was greeted by Darcie, the front desk worker. She is a tall sounder woman with a peppy attitude. She told me I was needed in room A10 for a treating a patent. I was greet...

Small hands grip the pillow as she bounces in the backseat. Pink glitter shoes that just learned how to lace themselves. Leftover Smucker’s Uncrustables hiding in her teeth. The window cries as it’s rolled down. The whisper of gasoline as it nourishes the vehicle. Long nails and 80’s hair from the rusted Toyota. Sweat drips from a Big Gulp. A man in a black suit caresses his black berry, soft clic...

The first thing that I notice as I walk into the hospital for the first time is there are people in every corner at various levels of sickness. I feel a pit of disgust in my stomach. There are too many sick people and not enough to cure them. Ever since this new virus the hospitals can’t seem to catch up with the number of patients. That’s why they started letting junior doctors operate on patient...

It was my first day. I had been shadowing this one doctor all day. Finally he tells me we are headed towards our last stop of the day. We turn the corner to the part of the hospital I have never been to. The rooms are larger with more equipment and in the deepest corner of my mind I realize this is where patients go when they have a life or death surgery that determines whether or not they die. We...

“What are you doing? He’s in asystole, you plan on shocking him just for fun? Move!”

“No, um…”

“One mil epi. The drawer. Right there!”

Oof. I knew where it was, but my brain wasn’t functioning correctly. Everything was moving so quickly—or I was moving so slowly, not sure which. And, of course, the whole drawer came out, spilling everything. “Dammit.”

“Look at me.”

I did.

“Relax. Grab me the...

Monitors are beeping everywhere, but I’m not the patient anymore. Twelve years through medical school did a number on me. My name is Fran, and this is my story. I was five when I was diagnosed with skin cancer, all those days by the pool might have been a bad idea. I went through many trials of chemotherapy before my doctor cleared me. After ten years of fighting, I finally won the battle. College...

It’s 6:30 in the morning, and I’ve just arrived at the Westfield Family Hospital for my first day as a junior doctor. I know, I should be happy that after all that time of studying and hard work, I'm finally here, but I'm not. Because the truth is, I don't even know how I got here.

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I'm sitting at the front desk on a

not-at-all-busy day when someone walks up.

“Hello my name is...