Writing Prompt

A curled fist comes swinging in my direction and makes contact with my cheek. I glare up at him and spit out blood, vowing to give him few marks before I escape. Permanent ones. Not that is would matter a whole lot. He’s ugly both inside and out.

“Well now, thats hardly fair. I can’t exactly use my arms to defend myself.” I tell him sarcastically and nod towards my cuffed up wrists.

He mocking...

"You used to tell me you loved me."

I say nothing. Do nothing.

"Did you ever mean it?" The emotion in Ayla's voice does nothing to me. There was a time when it would set my heart on fire.

"Once, yes. I loved you once, but only once."

I expected to see tears welling in Ayla's eyes, but instead her teeth clenched.

"I never believed you, anyway."

"Don't lie," I shake...

Is this finally happening? The man who made my life hell for as long as I can remember is dying in my arms.

I used to daydream about how he would die. I used to wonder if he would be in pain when it happened. Would it hurt as much as he hurt me? Every insult hurled at me, every slap across my face, every sinister grin flashed at me, all of it fueled my hatred for him. I hoped for nothing more th...

I can’t stop myself from wanting Maisie. I’ve tried to keep our relationship from forming but nothing ever turns out the way you want unless you truly do want it that way.

Was it wrong for me to connect with Maisie? Should I have just left it alone, like the rest of the people who get into car accidents? They don’t fall in love with the girl they hit, they move on.

So why can’t I? I can’t pret...

“I went to hell and back, alone! For you!” Deven yelled.

She had dagger held to his throat. He didn’t care anymore. Tears were falling down his face.

“I didn’t mean for it to go like this. Dev, I-“

“Don’t call me Dev. You are holding a dagger to my throat. The love of my life who I thought was who I loved. When you said you loved me…did you ever mean it?” Devens voice broke.

“Once yes. But only...

(Finally I found a prompt that fits this story lol)

I hold my hand over the door, about to knock, but I pause. All I want to do right now is see Arizona’s face, and make sure she’s ok. Still, I hesitate.

What if she doesn’t remember me?

What if dad moved away and brought her with him?

What if dad answers the door?

And finally, the most terrifying one, what if she hates me for leaving her?

J...

Cars pulled up around me, everyone climbing in and going home. But before they did, they all congratulated me. I smiled and said thanks, when really I would have liked not being noticed. I guess losing someone you loved can make something you do have a lot of emotion. I wasn’t expecting to be noticed, playing the piano is normally something I do for myself. I’ve never played it outside of my home....

I can’t quite meet your eyes

I say so quietly

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I think I attempted suicide

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Why? I can’t understand

Sometimes I want to die

You truly wanted to die?

Without any doubt?

Did you mean that?

Yes. But only once

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I’m sorry

It’s ok.

And somehow, it is.

( as mentioned before, due to the consistent dark and also unread nature of my poems I will not be putting trigger warni...

On a night long ago

Now stolen by time

Was the last time I meant those flickering words of mine.

On a night when the smell of rain haunted the air

On a night when we had little care

Was the last time I meant it

Is it truly fair?

So, when they ask,

‘Did you ever mean it?’

I’ll laugh and say in response,

‘Once, yes. But truly only once.’

For my love and my lover have since died from when I spo...

I raced up the stairs, the smell of smoke heavy in the air. As I reached the top of them, I was met with Asten blocking my way, crossbow in hand. He aimed at my heart.

The snake! I thought we had been getting alone quite nicely. No big deal though, I could kill him if I wanted to.

“Not another step Adira,”

I lifted my hands up with a grin.

“Oh such a wondrous gift you have given me friend!”

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