Writing Prompt

Billy walked into the kitchen, something felt off, but he couldn’t place it. Then he saw it right there on the table. He picked up the note and began to read it. It was from his brother, supposedly bc it didn’t sound like Danny. The tone was off… Something was seriously wrong he felt it in his bones

The boy loaded a gun he didn’t know if he wanted his life. he kept thinking to himself is this right? His mind filled with only one thought. It was suicide he wanted to take all the pain away. And he thought that that morning was a perfect day. As it was raining and storming he kept thinking In his room I’m gonna of this today. no matter what somebody says . As he grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger the gun jammed he pulled the trigger one more time thinking this was maybe a sign. It jammed again then he suddenly said “third times the charm” as he pointed it as his head thinking how he was gonna end up dead. He then started gathering memories thinking how his family would feel. How this would hurt them how they would never see him again. He didn’t care his mind was set he was gonna do it no matter what. Even if his family was in his thoughts. He pulled the trigger this time it hit. He then regretted it all as his head hit against the wall. He was breathing still it wasent a fatal shot since it hit the eye. He then remembered how bad he wanted to die. The only thing the boy wanted now is to stay alive. As the boy started screaming he only woke up and saw that he was dreaming. As he wept in his bed thinking how in his dream he was dead. He then thought what if it had happend this wasn’t the first time he’s felt alone. Like if he had nowhere to go not even his home. He felt so empty inside that’s why he always wanted to die. A drained boy whose feelings have always been played with like a toy. He had a reason to do it he just never came through with it. He was sad for the rest of the night he decided he was gonna try slitting his wrist and he put his hand in a fist he looked away grabbed the knife and was ready. Thinking how deadly this would be though thinking if he was just some deppresed hoe. He kept asking for help in his mind how he wishes this never helped if he could just rewind the time. As he said not even Jesus can save me in his mind he then heard a guy shivers went right down his spine. It was Jesus himself oh how the boy felt. He felt relief and true happiness he trembled with fear since he thought he would be mad or sad at him. Jesus the said “your life is the most precious thing I gave you and you wanna take that away”? The boy didn’t know what to say the lord was in his room the boy was in shock and in such bloom to hear those words Jesus said seek after me and you will get happiness and I will help since I’m always there for you my dear child.

Inside her was blue, a storm over an ocean. No one could connect to her without drowning within it. Dying with her violent waves of emotions, indigo just wanted to be saved. Instead of this tempest, she wanted clear skies. Give herself room to breathe. Only calming her sea of feelings wasn’t that easy.

There was this girl named Bella She joined football. She walked in the locker room and said why are you guys doing? They said we’re just dancing Bella said that why are you guys listening to a girly song? They said we’re not Bella said yeah you are don’t lie to me or months later. Bella made a speech at Silverado West high school she said when I walked into a locker room football kind of scared me, but I realized, when the boy team was singing to a girly pop song, I realize I was a girly enough two days later the boys got really mad they asked her why would you say to the whole school? She said it was funny. Sorry the boy said you have your own locker room to change into. If we don’t want you in our lock room you can go into the girls locker room two days later it was football practice. coach said to Bella do you have to get kicked off the team? What why Bella said because I just got a paper here. Read it. Bella read the paper. It said hello football this year girls are not allowed to play. Sorry Bella yelled as loud as she could said I’m so sorry, Bella said what this is unbelievable I’m the best player on the team. I’m the quarterback you can’t play without me. I wouldn’t wanna play without you. Coach said, but rules are rules and you can’t break those rules and football. Bella started crying and left the office a day before the game, can you believe it? Bella said I can’t play football for our biggest game of the season pepper said to Bella it’s OK you get to play every other season Sophie said it’s OK you get used to it. Bella said no I won’t if I can’t play quarterback then no one can. This is Texas. I’m lonely girl on the team and I’m the only good quarterback in this whole school four days later Bella was at her locker. The football team went up to her and said, did you like that note what note Bella said the note that you can’t play football oh yeah, that note said Bella, was you guys who wrote that note football team said yes Bella scream as loud as she could and push them into the lockers got sent to the office. Her grades were off the paper. She was failing every single class. The principal said if you fail your test again, you can’t play football what Bella said I can’t play football. Yes the principal said this is just a freaking nightmare. Bella said tonight at Bella sleepover Pepper and Sophie were there too Bella‘s two best friends with her since pre-K can you believe it? I got kicked off the football field and banned from football. Bella said pepper said it’s OK. Sophie said yeah just football. It’s not just football. Bella said I’ve been playing football ever since I was five with my dad. He died when I was eight. Now I’m 15 and you guys are 15 two You guys are all obsessed with cheerleading right Sophie and Pepper both said right so I’ve been obsessed with football. Bella said this is not fair four days later she was back on the football field. Her grades are still well bad but not good. She was about to go to college and graduate, she got hold back to third grade now she’s really mad but she’s happy she gets to play football and that note the football team this is why you always have to tell the truth sometimes .
The end🥹😂

I always admired astronomers. Always wanted to be one. And always have been one, I suppose. After all, isn’t an astronomer just someone who looks up at the stars?

On the day I tuned twenty, I discovered a new planet. My very own. I was ecstatic. After all, so long staring up at the stars, and suddenly I find a wandering star of my very own? It was my dream for years, and suddenly it had come true.

When we examined the planet more closely, I got even more excited. It had an atmosphere, it was in the Goldilocks Zone, and it even had green and blue on the surface—just like our own planet. So we sent out a probe.

With our most advanced technology, it covered the distance in only twelve years; it landed on the surface when I was thirty-five. The data we were getting back was overwhelming, and promised incredible things for our planet. We were fairly sure that it could support human life. The atmosphere was largely nitrogen and oxygen, just like our Earth. The green and blue splotches on the surface were indeed water and plants, just as we had prayed for, and there were even small animals wandering through the forests. To top it all off, the plants and animals were carbon based.

There were complications, of course. It was slightly larger than Earth, meaning that gravity was slightly stronger, which could cause problems for humans who might live there in the future. We also didn’t know enough about the flora and fauna of this new planet. It could very well be hostile to humans, full of wild animals or dangerous, undiscovered pathogens. There was also the possibility that humans would be hostile to the environment there. A human carrying Earthen pathogens could prove distructive to the native animals and plants, and the planet could end up a wasteland in a hundred years.

It took decades for them to decide what to do, all while I was waiting there, still staring at the stars, and wishing desperately that I could visit my own wandering star. After so long looking at them from Earth, I longed to be among the stars I loved so dearly.

After I turned sixty-three, they started preparing to send a party out to the planet to investigate it. I begged and pleaded until they allowed me to come; they didn’t want an old woman to hinder them. After three more long years of preparation, we were finally ready to begin the journey. Getting through the atmosphere of Earth was much easier now, and I made it just fine, to the great relief of all. Then began the long journey. Technology had improved even more in the decades since the probe was sent, and we reached it by the time I turned seventy-three, ten years after the initial decision to send someone out.

No one was allowed to set foot on the planet, not even me, who discovered it. We all stayed there for a few more years, researching and collecting even more data. Eventually, people began to fear that I might die there, or on the trip back, and began making plans to bring us back in. They had prepared a casket for me, and for all the crew, before we left just in case something unexpected happened, but it was approaching expected by this point. I was seventy-seven, and not getting any younger. Everyone expected me to die before we made it back to Earth, and I was fine with that.

I managed to push off the return journey for another nine months before I came down with a bad illness; maybe my last one ever. We were immediately instructed to return to Earth as quickly as possible. I was in bed sick for three whole months, but eventually recovered. Everyone was shocked.

After two years of traveling, however, I came down with what was really was my last illness. My crew did everything they could to keep me alive, but in the end it was fruitless. I was eighty years old, I had finally seen my wandering star, and these people surrounding me were my only family. They brought me to the bridge in my final moments so that I could spend them looking out at the stars that I loved. As I closed my eyes for the last time, surrounded by my family and the void of space, I was struck by one thing: there were no more stars.

Note: the anagram is astronomers/no more stars.

I’ve felt too much hurt Now I’ve been medicated No, decimated

In the bustling city, where dreams are born and ambitions thrive, there lies a hidden secret, an enigma waiting to be unraveled. The word, etched in the fabric of time, holds the power to unlock the mysteries of the universe. It is a symphony of letters, rearranged with precision, forming an anagram that reveals the truth concealed within. As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the labyrinthine streets, seekers of knowledge embark on a quest to decipher this cryptic puzzle. With minds sharp and hearts ablaze, they delve into the depths of ancient texts, seeking clues that will guide them towards the ultimate revelation. Each twist and turn, every syllable and sound, brings them closer to the answer, unraveling the threads of the anagram, thread by thread. And when the moment of epiphany finally arrives, when the letters align and the word emerges, a surge of understanding washes over them, like a wave crashing upon the shore. For in that moment, they realize that the anagram was not merely a game of words, but a key that unlocked the door to a world of infinite possibilities.

All these people are vile. The way they look at each other makes me feel like I don’t belong. The way they have all these rare abilities makes me feel left out. They all share them too. But its weird. The abilities they have they keep a secret from me. They all have a class to learn about them but I didn’t get the option too. Maybe they aren’t vile. Maybe I’m just being rude. But then again, maybe they’re something. Something unruly. Something unnatural. Something vile. As I walk into rooms they all look like they changed. Like I was interupting. Like they weren’t human before. They aren’t vile! They’re evil!

Haters People who have a strong dislike of someone or something. Hearts The organ we all have in our chests. Earth (s) The planet we all live on.

Whether we like it or not, haters have hearts. They pump blood, they live, they cry. Just like you.

Here on Earth, we all have hearts Even if they don’t work how we want them too.

We also have haters here on earth. But that’s okay, because they have hearts too. Just like you.

Haters have hearts, hearts reside on earth, and earth houses haters.

It’s an interesting concept But in the end

They’re all connected.

I’m standing in a field, a question on my lips Life’s been hard lately, I want to know the meaning of things I’ve never believed in a higher power But I have believed in tempting fate So maybe my presence here alone will change things That’s arrogant to think, But I call out to the skies anyways Then I wait and listen intently, the stars providing the light They look quite like an open road scattered with street lamps On any given night And I sit, for hours maybe, led by a blind hope, But the world is silent I think I have my answer So I’ll never ask the question that only silence knows