Writing Prompt

You remind me of cold milk on the counter. 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge. 

When water beads on the outside of the You remind me of cold milk on the counter. 

Good at first, when it's right out of the fridge. 

When water beads on the outside of the glass 

And creates a ring on the counter. 

But after a little while 

The milk warms to the same temperature as the room. 

It's not t...

(TW: sh)

This is a good thing

I am here

And I am happy

I am a

Good

Person

.

I shouldn’t hurt myself anymore

This is a _good_ thing

I am here

And I am… happy

I am a

Good

Person.

But before you can blink

It’s gone

And it was something

I am here now

And I am

I…

Am…

I held it again

I said I fucking wouldn’t

And I held the blade to my skin again

And today I cut over and over I had to force myself...

Losing my brother was the most

Difficult day of my life.

But it was all okay because then

I married his wife.

Her name is Janice and I pretty sure

That she only married my brother for his dollar bills,

Because she was the only one written in his wills.

Janice and I have been married for a year,

But our relationship is dying, I fear.

I lost my job

And now I am broke,

And can’t even afford to buy...

Loving someone with medicall issues brings challenges but also brings smiles and joy. It brings challenges and envy and longing. Wishing and watching as other couples enjoy years of being with each other and growing old together. Longing that you too would have all that time to be with your partner. Envy that other couples take their time with each other for granted. But with all that you learn to...

We’ve always been taught:

“Things have to get worse for them to get better.”

Or

“The sun is warmer after the rain”

Or something similar to that.

What they don’t mention is that the good part is often cut short and is never fulfilling enough to compensate for the darkness.

The darkness lasts to long.

When do I give up?

Does it ever stop?

I can’t fight for the rest of my life. This isn’t living.

Y...

I was never much a writer.

Ranting descriptions, laying out complex details, writing a universe in those pages.

It didn’t appeal me.

For in my mind, there was no world, no universe.

It was simply pitch black, a canvas that I could not see, nor the art.

So when I was pushed upon writing,

I didn’t want to choose anything to do with it.

I was simply a lizard that just wanted to bask.

B...

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Once upon a time

Life was filled with

Wonder and magic

Once upon a time

Bedtime tales of fairies, mermaids,

And princess with their prince

Once upon a time

Dressing up with tutus, tiaras,

Fairy wings, and ‘magic’ wands

Once upon a time

There was nothing to

Be afraid of

Once upon a time

I experienced a child like

Faith, oh so pure

Once upo...

I’m dead

How is a question I can’t seem to answer.

I wander between the land of the living and dead, searching for something that I can’t seem to put into words.

An abstract feeling of warmth in my heart.

Gentle hands.

A dimpled smile.

A voice following me like a moth to a flame amidst the valleys of undead

_“Come back to me, my love” _

_Memories of a young man sipping on coffee beneath the...

The house was perfect. Everything Erica was looking for in a home. Security she never had growing up, physical space she couldn’t afford during college and her first six jobs, an inheritance, nor her first couple jobs as a professional engineer.

3000 sqft home, 4 bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms, living room, dining room, attic, basement, garage and 3 acres behind the house, complete with a beautiful ...

I don’t know how would I ever make it without it…

Studying Lit in Oxford is tiring and hard to keep up, it’s a lot for me a bit more than the average brain. I use prompt to keep me going and focus on my classes.

Done…...