“Who used my old phone” I shouted in the house, so loud that all my family member could hear me. They all assembled in the kitchen, none of them seemed to know who used it. We all took a seat and waited until someone admit the mistake.

As I see that no one admit their action, I’m irritated, “no want to declare their mistake huh, well, then I’ll teach you all a lesson” I yelled to their face. I ro...

“Oh, well would you look at this, my old phone”

*opens phone and looks through the photos*

“I didn’t take these”

“Dad, what are you doing with that?”

“Just looking through the pictures”

“Why?”

“For old time’s sake”

“…”

“Do you know why there’s nude pictures of our neighbours 14 year old daughter on here?”

“Shit”

“TIMOTHY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU STOP FINDING SO MANY NUDES OF ...

I hate cleaning and don’t own a cellphone, so found this prompt difficult to write about. After fiddling with a story for weeks with no real progress, I pretty much gave up and just starting rambling.

The way I look at it, writing something is always better than writing nothing. Then again, if I had written nothing it would have avoided the embarrassing admissions below so maybe I need to ret...

"The place is almost done" she chirped like a soft singing bird. her hair, long curly deep red like a forest in the midst of fall, skin pale but glowing with life, freckles slppered on her face, and a large smile.

She skipped to the living room and turned to a door. "Only one last place to clean, I wish I did this sooner." she exclaimed.

Opening the door she was greeted to a familiar scratching m...

An album of photos from times long forgotten. I feel as if I should remember. Faces familiar yet blurry all the same, cut from my memory. My spouse comes over and asks me what’s wrong, I show them the photos and they tell me where they’re from. But I have forgotten.

It makes me angry, confused, why can’t I just remember? It’s such a simple act we take for granted. No matter how hard I try the mem...

With an empty basket on her hip, Geri collected the random crap laying around the living room that should be the random crap stowed away upstairs. Yawning, Aaron stretched in his desk chair and watched his wife’s luscious ass. Geri bent lower reaching under the coffee table.

“That’s funny?”

Aaron returned to his monitor. “What, doll?”

“It’s our old digital camera. I haven’t seen it since since f...

I’ve deleted the very first time he told me he love me.

I deleted the day he told me everything he loved about me

I deleted the things he said we would do together

The only things that are left

Are the arguments

And the bitterness

That I have to hold onto

It’s the only thing I can do

For how can I love

But oh it’s so easy

To love him even when I hate him

But it’s too late

To say I lov...

I was looking for my baby picture when I found it. I had just gotten back from the baby’s photo shoot for her 6 month milestone session. I remembered I had a photo of myself in a similar pose that she had put my daughter in.

As soon as I opened the box, I saw it. Not the photo, but the phone. I forgot it was even in there, honestly. I tried turning it on, just out of curiosity. Of course, i...

"Shit," Bakkman says, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his ruffled hair.

"What?" asks his colleague, Wilson, beside him, looking over his shoulder at the screen.

"I sent the wrong fucking photos to her phone."

Bakkman's colleague gasps theatrically, laughing at the sheer stupidity of what he'd done.

"Mate, you are so fired. Which phone, the new one or the one in the attic?...

Usually you’d be glad if you’d found something you lost. Like finding a lost piece of treasure you hid away unintentionally for later you to find. But I’m not sure if I wanted to find what I hid this time.

183 gigabytes, this was how mush space was left on my phone when I lost it. Yet now nothing, there’s not a single gig of storage left. Instead it’s been replaced by nothing. Well not nothing it ...