Writing Prompt

We are all one wrong comment away from hating each other. At least, I’m one comment away from making you hate me. You’ll never get rid of me though because you like that I follow you like a puppy.

You love me and I love you. Two completely different types of love. You tell me about this great guy you’re talking to. I come to ask you for a hug when I’m breaking down. Two completely different types...

“Hey stupid!” She turned around and jumped into his arms for a hug.

“Hey, it’s been to long," He whispered into her ear. “Look, my brothers coming.”

I jumped down, and fixed my outfit, “I missed you so much-Wheres Liwley?" (Lill-wey)

“Ah-Ha! I knew it! You’re really just using me for my dog.” They both chuckled.

He started walking up but stopped to answer a phone call.

“Hey! I missed her!...

I catch my eyes drifting towards Saanvi seated across the training field in a patch of wet grass. She binds her hand with a red cloth, carefully covering every inch of skin before doing the same with her other.

“Saanvi”, I call, walking up to her.

Her gaze shifts towards me, cut off guard. She sighs. “May I help you?”

I unsheathe my sword from my hip, pointing it towards her face. She doesn’t ...

Her POV:

I can smell the scent of alcohol on his breath whenever he talks to me.

Don’t try yelling at him for it because it doesn’t work, I speak from experience.

He is basically a man child that doesn’t know how to take care of himself.

The cockiness is borderline toxic to whoever he is around, and if I knew any better I guess that would probably be the reason for why there is only a small group...

Year one, you chased me down

Year two, you shared your toys

Year three, we fought outside of town

Year four, I hated boys.

Year five, you asked me to the dance

Year six, you picked me flowers

Year seven, I thought we had a chance

Year eight, we’d talk for hours.

Year nine, I was just a side thing

Year ten, you were sorry too

Year eleven, we had another fling

Year twelve, I hate that I still love...

Click, click, click, click. “HEY, WOULD YOU STOP MAKING THAT ANNOYING NOI-“ he started, looking back at a random girl from his seat at fifth period witch was their lunch time and blushed and turned back to his food.

“What’s the matter, huh? She said to him.

“Nothing” he said back

They started to hang out a lot and became good friends but little did either one of them kno...

The pen on the desk was neatly set in her penholder, one, two, three... Where was the fourth pen? There were enough pens for each hole in the penholder. There were enough files for every letter of the alphabet. The trash bin was always empty. Where was the pen? Jane stared at the pen holder, her brows furrowed, which they rarely were. Her dark hair was set in a tight bun on her head. Her skirt, ba...

The sound of knife scraping plate reverberates through her body as she stares blankly at her food, losing her appetite.

“This. Steak. Is. So. Good. You’ve. Got. To. Try. It!” He spat as he spoke with his mouth full.

She gives a slight nod before excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Another woman approaches her at the sink touching up her makeup.

“First date?”

“Try tenth anniversary!”

The ...

My reflection. I hated her. She was like a different person. She wasn’t me. A smile lifted her cheeks. And warmth wafted off of her body. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.

My reflection. I loved her. She wasn’t like me. A frown pinched at her cheeks. My entire body shook when I saw her. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue....

November.

The spite and hatred in November’s heart was overwhelming. The girl she had once loved - the girl who had given her a reason to live - now slashed at her twice, the blade of the sharpened knife barely missing her stomach. It made her sick. Not at the fighting - no she had been in the middle of plenty of violence herself - but at the knowledge of what the two girls used to be.

“Nova and...