Writing Prompt

I don’t even know what to say

I can’t believe this is happening again

Please let it be a nightmare

But nightmares are better

Because those wake you up

This will be everyday...

I kick at the small pebble in front of me, it scatters down the street. As I make my way into work, my friend Avery walks by. Her preppy smile and joyful expression attempt to break through the shield of my frown. She waves.

I nod.

Far different from our usual giggles and squealing routine.

I brace myself and walk through the doorway of the tall office building. Immediately when I walk in I’m shov...

I can’t help but love

And look for things to love in the souls of others.

Love is the entire sky.

But to find another woman to love, I can’t just go to any bar

And wait to get hit on.

I have to sense the queer parts in the crevices of others,

And hope they’ll unlock them for me.

As a result, I’ve seen some shooting stars.

I excite them for a while.

But in the end,

I am always flowers wi...

Is this how it feels?

I sit alone

In my thoughts

Smiling to the one I love

I’ve waited for him so

but it seems he has to go.

So I lie

Stripped down yet sweating

And pick up that five eighty page story.

Yet despite the rain

I hear the TV, noisy as can be.

I have to stay, though. There’s light.

Hands scramble to smooth out the dog ears

Of these pages, so new.

It’s time to hide.

Return to my foster ...

All planned variables worked out right -

External factors, but my mind’s set alight;

The force field is back and my breathing feels tight:

In the end, it was me who’s the problem.

Up until now, it would have been okay;

T-minus 10 and my mind’s led astray -

I guess it’s all part of this cursed Thursday:

The path of success left untrodden.

I’ve no idea where all the time went:

It slipped through m...

(idk why but my brain is just in rhyme mode

but for this one i don’t want it to be

and it’s even trying to it for this

so i guess we’ll see)

(ps i just rhymed ugh)

I look around at all these kids

Baking cookies with their moms

Playing catch with their dads

While that’s something

I never had

So yeah, I guess it isn’t fair

That you aren’t allowed

To cut your hair

Just a few inches,

It gets in th...

Standing here,

Watching you go

The reason why,

I’ll never know

You were my brother,

My other half

The only one

Who could make me laugh

But who knew

We’d crash and burn

And you won’t be there

At the next turn

So here’s to memories

Flooding in my head

But I think your words

Should’ve been left unsaid

You called me a monster,

You did before

But I can’t stand you

As you leave me on the floor

Coughin...

Chapter 4, Week 2: Tuesday

For the second time this week, I am completely fine as I walk into the room. I take a seat, expressionless, waiting for the go-ahead. I eye the imposter, who keeps looking around and accidentally making eye contact with me. This causes me to glance away. I divert my attention to the board with the instructions. They are not completely clear. Obviously, this means I am g...

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“Are you ready to see what we got for science?” Emery asked scribbling down drawings in her sticker covered notebook.

“Omg yes! I had been studying all week for that test!” I exclaim not being able to sit still in my seat. The teacher comes around to pass our test scores to us, putting them ...

Chapter 4, Week 1: Monday

I sit at the desk, hair masking my face. My pen scratches away at the small paper in front of me, writing in a code that no one understands. 'Everything right is wrong again,' it reads. Of course, only I would know that. My brain broadcasts thoughts upward. 'What happened? I thought you were going to protect me.' This is just culture shock. I know it is. Give me a week, ...