Writing Prompt

I knew it was him once again. I had thought i had left him behind. He had sworn to never love another. I had not made such a vow and had kissed many men since him; but still the vibration of my lips was a betrayal.

I had thought him dead and gone, or hermitized on that mountain. The mountain filled with flight and puffy clouds perfect for sitting and watching the sunrise.

He had vowed to love me a...

Lilac slumped herself down on her bed and grabbed a book off the beside table beside her. Quickly flipping through the pages, she found where she left off.

Halfway through reading, the sense hit her. The tickling on her lips. She rubbed them and it went away. A few seconds later, it came back, and stronger too.

Lilac closed her book and put back on the table. She rubbed her lips again, but it di...

I rounded the corner and my eyes fell on two people wrapped up in each others arms. I at first was embarrassed to catch such an intimate moment. Then dread and gloom rushed over me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wanted to drop to my knees and scream why but I couldn’t even move. The emotional pain was so much it was parolizing. I didn’t want it to be real. Maybe if I just stood here froz...

Need to add ending lol

Mother rushes into the bridal sweet clutching our only maternal heirloom; a slightly discolored but intricately laced mid-length vail is crushed by two fists of ivory complexion. My mother is no stranger to frowning, but the corners of her mouth are draped down her face almost as fierce-fully as her plunging neckline. “Don’t panic,” she blurts out. I stare at her questionin...

It was scary, at first. The feeling. The weird tickle I get on my lips when people I love kiss other people. I thought at first it was only romantic. The first time it happened, I was told five minutes later that Tyler had kissed Jesse on the swing set. But that belief faded quickly. For one, my parents were definitely never romantic for me. But my father kissed my mother and there it was. And the...

She was sitting in the coffee shop intently focused on the story lit up on the screen in front of her, sipping her steaming hot latte. She briefly looked up when a new customer came in and ordered his coffee. He noticed her and smiled briefly in greeting. Sarah was soon immersed in the story before her again. Her mind completely absorbed in the words before her, it took a moment for her to realize...

We burst out of the room at a slight jog, hand in hand as our family and friends continue to clap and cheer in a standing ovation. Flower petals dust our heads and shoulders. We sneak away to the room selected for us to steal a private moment before returning to the ballroom for a night of playing host as newly weds. We stop to catch our breath and face one another. We did it, we’re married. So mu...

Asim glared at the heads perched on the top of the city gates. After 6 years some had turned to white skulls and others were simply mummified.

The lick of the whip stung Asim on the back of his knee. He fell on the dirt and hissed at the overseer. With a mallet in his sweaty hands, he wished he could crush his torturer’s skull.

“Taking a break, Asim?” Gyasi approached, the whip coiled and hel...

Getting dressed in the elaborate white gown, and the strenuous process of leaving every singular strand of hair in perfect position was my morning. The excitement I felt as I laughed with my friends, each dressed just as fancily me, seemed like so long ago.

As I walked down the aisle, my hands clenched tightly onto my father’s arm from the nerves, but mainly the happiness, I felt better than I e...

Six years ago I was young, dumb, mostly drunk, and a little bit in love. We were a good looking couple, freshly 21 and a year and a half into dating we just knew we had to live together. I loved him, and I knew it—I wanted everyone to know it. Sometimes I wondered if he was too good to be true, he was just so pretty. He made me laugh, actually he made everyone laugh. He was always the life of the ...