Writing Prompt

**CHAPTER III**

Inside the MPFH, it is almost as busy as my head. Mundanes move left and right, some going up the winding stairs placed in the heart of the bottom floor, some rushing down them to hurry to wherever they’re needed. Sir Wilson, Mr. Turner, and I are hardly noticed as we weave through the moving crowd. My stomach is not punishing me yet, so I take it as a good sign. Though, the world...

I know I’m right.

I’m sure of it.

Yet everyone was looking at me strangely, as if I just said something in an alien language.

“What?” I asked, scanning everyone’s face.

“Georgia, Bucky isn’t here anymore.” Perry said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. The hazy light from the oil lamp suspended to the roof made everyone’s faces shadowed. That had to be the reason everyone’s faces...

I can’t write anything.

My creativity stock has gone bone dry and is currently collecting dust.

I can’t write anything.

And I sigh every other minute.

Everything I start isn’t good enough.

And sounds cliche.

Ugh.

I can’t write anything.

Wait…

(I’m sorry you had to read this 🤷😂)...

Samantha sat by the phone, anxiously waiting for a call that would never come. Her husband, Jack, had been missing for over a week now, and despite the search efforts, there had been no sign of him. She had received a call from the police earlier that day, informing her that they had found a body in the river, but they couldn't confirm if it was Jack's.

Samantha refused to believe that her husban...

You probably still love me, you just need to take a break,

away from being with me, you've had all you can take

but you'll come around soon, you almost guaranteed it,

you said you loved me then and I still want to believe it

but we're drifting far apart now, I'm scared this is the end

if you leave we're done forever and I don't want to spend

an eternity without you, but I'll be fine, probably

or a...

Tamar

Look things wasn’t all bad we use to be good

Seven

Are you saying that because you haven’t caught him before baby girl he been doing it he just got sloppy cause he no longer cares I love you and you are worth so much more than a GROWN boy...

She’s not dead.

She’s just…out.

I’ll make her bed

For when she decides to come home.

I know I buried her.

I know I haven’t showed up to work.

But what if she comes back?

What is we were all wrong?

It’s not good to imagine her coming back

My therapists and family all say.

But she always came back before.

She can do it again.

My head can’t picture her cold.

Her hands were always perfectly warm...

As Dale pulled up to the senior center, she could see her husband at his window, dressed and ready for battle.

“He’s been this way all morning,” the staff physician said. “Maybe you can get through to him.”

He had his uniform on, faded and torn over the years. His boots had been hidden away so he was wearing slippers.

“Hello Flash,” she said, hugging him. “What’s the situation?”

“It’s Ming a...

The two words that she spoke made me freeze. It was incomprehensible. Impossible. She’s lying, right? She has to be. Because there is no world that I could ever live in where this is the truth.

A crazed laugh escapes me. “No. Stop messing with me. It’s not funny.”

She looks at me with pity, as tears fill her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved-“

“Stop it!” I scream, “Stop lying to m...

“I can’t believe the bombing took place. I know it seems like everyone else thought that it happened, because they saw it on television or they apparently witnessed it in person. But, people are so gullible and they’ll believe anything they see on television.”...