Writing Prompt

Then it.

It, then.

It, then.

Until finally, the chill....

“Hey Laquita, just checking…are you going to take me up on that offer or not?”

Raymond asked as he entered into the kitchen and began peering into the refrigerator.

“What offer are you referring to Raymond?”

Laquita asked, with one hand on her hip, while stirring the pot of steaming chili, that she was cooking with the other.

“You know!! the offer…about me asking my mother to come over and he...

Marin smiled and waved at the cars backing out of her driveway. Once they were out of sight, she allowed her anger to bubble to the surface.

She slammed the front door behind her as she stalked into the living room behind Jet. She turned to see Jet sitting back in a big armchair by the fire, staring at his phone.

“Are you being serious right now?” Marin asked.

“What? I’m cold.” Jet replied no...

Tammy sits on a frumpy plaid couch from the 70s with her legs and arms crossed. Her hands buried in their long sleeves. Beside her is her husband Mark, sitting spread eagle with his arms crossed over his chest. Seated in front of them is a crusty faced elderly man dressed frumpier than the couch.

"So, what brings you both in today?" Dr. Bryan asked.

John and Jane looked at each other and then ba...

No.

Yes.

No.

No.

Shut up.

Let go.

Go.

Just go.

Leave me alone.

I can’t stand it anymore.

Out the door.

The kids are torn.

It’s a storm.

And the umbrella’s gone.

Just like my trust.

My home.

You’re just a painful sore.

Itch it again.

Scratch away the pain.

You just won’t go away.

Laugh again.

We’ll bury our hatred

With bags of heavy gold

That we can’t afford yet

Burn our bills

In big rubber ba...

“Delivery!” Chase’s cheery baritone rang from the half open Dutch back door and flitted around Holly’s kitchen.

Holly startled and tossed a sifter of powdered sugar up into the air. The stovetop, the counters, and her pert nose were all covered in a sugar cloud. She frowned. Chase snickered. She scowled then burst into peals of bright laughter. The sight of Holly, her chestnut hair in a messy bun...

“What’s in this pie?”

The man stares at his wife with a simple expression. “It’s just pie, darling.”

“No, what’s in this pie?” She asks again.

“Well, I don’t know, apples, sugar—“

He’s cut off by her aggressively stabbing her pie with her fork. The man slowly looks up at her, and nearly vomits when he sees her face; an unearthly color, foam spilling from her mouth.

“What’s in this pie?” The...

She says she wanted a pizza

But I...

Man: Babe what did you put in this food

Women: It’s just normal food

Man: NO it isn’t it tastes weird

Women: Ok well I spent all day cooking it so you could at least be somewhat great full

Man: IT’S HORRIBLE WTF did you put in it

Women: I DIDNT PUT SHIT IN IT OK

Man: Stop fucking lying WTF DID YOU PUT IN IT

Women: ( she strikes the man and picks up the spoon and try’s the food herself)

Man: You se...

The small, homey kitchen bustles with noises of cooking preparations. A pot of butternut squash soup sits simmering on the stove with a ladle stirring peculiarly on its own without the touch of a human hand. Pine needles create a faint trail from the foyer as a Christmas reef floats to the wall to hang itself nicely over the head of the kitchen table. Measuring spoons dip themselves into the row o...