Writing Prompt

You never let me enjoy my teenage life.

I have to watch the youngest.

Oldest is in the military.

I’m stuck here taking on the role of oldest.

I can’t do it all on my own.

I’m still a child.

I’m still a teenager.

I want to have fun to.

Why is it different with the oldest.

Is because I’m a girl.

Can teenage girls not have fun too?

Being the middle child sucks.

Everyone is paying attention to the yo...

This is my friend

His name is Googalooga

He’s invisible to you

But I can see him!

He has 4 arms

And 1 eye

And he’s taller than daddy

Ok…that’s a lie.

But he’s real, he is!

He’s 5 just like me?

He sings and dances

And he has rainbow teeth.

He lives in the ground

But not in the dirt

And he’s 1,000 years old

But he’s also 5.

He flies, and breathes in the water

He talk in a language called Doooooo...

“Miss, why’s that every time we ask you what the time is you say, it’s time to get a watch?”

“It’s so you all understand that sometimes you’ll need to learn these things without the aide of others and other things”

“But Miss, you look at your phone and then tell us”

Teaching got me messed up 😅...

This little bundle of energy barreled into the living room with excitement as she tried to tell me something. I watched as her arms and legs moved as her speech came out pushed together with gibberish. Confusion clearly written on my face while she continued on with passion.

“I’m sorry baby, I just don’t know.”

I spoke through laughter as she tried. Her frustration grew more and more as she rep...

Her frustration grew more and more as she repeated the same sentence. I knew she was trying to say, to convey what she wanted, but her toddler speech was so hard to understand sometimes.

“Sweetie, just slow down… mommy is trying to hear you.”

The tears welled up in her little eyes as I still was not receiving what she was laying down. She started patting her leg, so I thought maybe she hurt it...

Kelly wandered into the house thinking of all the homework she had to do. She saw her six-year-old sister playing with green nickelodeon slime as usual. She loved that messy watery stuff.

Don’t get that stuff everywhere. She warned. The six-year-old had it all over her hands but she said she would be careful. The older child was also really worried about her phone bill. Suddenly the six-year-old ...

Mr & Mrs Forest had put the kids to bed after a long night of frolicking around with their 1 year old son, Rory. They made sure to ware him out profusely so they could enjoy an intimate night together as planned long in advance.

Once his head had sank into the cosy toddler bed the couple rushed around to ensure everything in the house was done; pots were washed, the floor was swept & mopped, car...

“Mama, why does the moon go up at night?” The queen sighed, preparing herself for another long explanation. Despite how she loved her starlight, her questions could easily wear her down.

“Well, you see, starlight, the moon is enjoying his night.” She began the story that she had been told as a child so long ago. “The moon is dancing, and if he cannot move, he cannot dance.”

“What about the man?”

“...

“Oh, where could it be”, Rachel muttered, rifling through her handbag for the missing item. She found old receipts, chocolate bar wrappers, and loose breath mints at the bottom of the bag, but it seemed that the little blue coin purse she was looking for had disappeared.

“Hang on a sec!”, Rachel yelled, hoping that the pizza delivery guy at the front door wasn’t growing too impatient. It wasn’t ...

Her mom never understood why she wanted to be a writer. All of Amber’s life she wrote about different aspects of her life. Her mom never allowed her to write expect when she had homework her mom came and collected her writing notebooks at night and did not get it back until the next day being sneaky was not her move at all....