Writing Prompt

Eva shakes her legs constantly. _' I can't do this.'_ she thinks to herself.

She glances at the clock her teacher had put on the smart board.

11:25

On 25 more minutes until she would have to submit her test. Only 25 more minutes until her future was sealed. Eva could barely breathe. Flicking her pencil up and down on the desk.

Dop dop dop the pencil makes.

Multiple people kept turning around...

TW: Christian theme

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There aren’t any chewing gum infested

desks or number two pencils,

no sushing teacher or profusely

scribbling students.

There’s a clock and it’s ticking.

I’ll die one day. So will you.

The test is like a furnace,

the fire - affliction.

You throw me into the flames

and join me in them.

You seperate the dross of my flesh

and make me into a precious metal.

You fa...

How does it feel to be sitting in an exam knowing you must pass? I would know, I am doing that right now. yes, I know that I am writing this when I should be taking the exam, yet I finished. I just don´t want to turn it in yet. to be honest I am really scared to turn it in, because if I fail I will be kicked off the team. I know it sounds unimportant to a lot of people, but this team is my family ...

**Thunder hit! BAM BAM BAM BAM! As I entered the classroom, it felt like my heart and lungs collapsed like a falling building! As I sat down, I could only think about what my parents would think if I failed. I'd be a failure; I'd be their burning house! My heart rapidly palpitated! As I gradually picked up my pencil, I thought about how life would be if I failed. I would be embodied in flames. If ...

As I look and flip through the questions I can feel butterflies in my stomach.

The silence in the room has never been more scary than now. I will pass this exam but I’m scared what if I fail this, I will become disowned and known as the girl who never passed her exams

At this moment in time, she is feeling the pressure and she is overwhelmed.

She needs to remain calm and focus on the questions no...

The pencil slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor. As he leaned over to retrieve it the throbbing againts his forehead and temples deepened. His fingers attempted to pick the already slick pencil up but the task almost became impossible with the sweat permeating from his palms.

After about three attempts he finally felt a solid grasp and pushed himself back up to once again be face to face...

and I woke from a dream

every songbird sings for me

flowers bloom brightly the first thing I see

I went to sleep restless

now filled of what if’s

spring season upon me returns the mischief

sky clearer than good judgement

It’s tossed to the wind

am I edging closer on the angle of sin?

the flirt and play intoxicate me

long been here before

I know it’s not smart but I do it more

but life...

I looked around the classroom. Everyone was bent over their papers, focusing on the exam. We have to pass it if we want to pass this class.

I bit my lip and turned back to the exam in front of me. I’d been studying extremely hard for this, because it’s my worst subject. And my second time taking this stupid class.

1. Who was president of the United States during World War 2?

Frick. Um… weren...

One small table, a deck of cards, two chairs, the plain room smelt of body odor. Mills FreeGray paused at the door uncertain. He took it all in: the taupe sound-blocking tiles, how his feet felt on fresh carpet, the precise levels of volatile organic compounds recirculating through the HVAC and the holo mirror where two to three humans sat behind hidden from his view but not his sensors. Mills too...

“Spare a dollar?”

A disheveled man called.

He reeked of the streets,

“Where’s your blue collar?”

I asked in return,

I worked for these sheets,

Won’t give it for a holler.

“Humanity not enough?”

His slurred voice rang.

Why won’t he let up?

“I won’t pay your next puff.”

I turned to leave,

no beggar deserves sup’s

no matter how rough.

“As you turn your back astray

Consider me again

When your lif...