Writing Prompt

The woman was from around the neighborhood and she had a dog, and even though I didn’t know her I figured she was nice. I watched her from the window overlooking the street. Her dog was lying down, and she had to coax her up and across the road. The dog barely made it to the other side before limping to a stop, and again she lay down, this time directly in front of our house. After she stayed for ...

I was at the grocery store busy with my weekly shopping when I stumbled upon a wallet in the middle of the cereal aisle. Naturally I picked it up and started looking for anything that would help me find the owner. It was full to bursting with credit cards and cash but I could not find any identification. I decided to hand it over to the manager of the store.When I turned the corner I came across...

There are still days when I think of that. Those events that unraveld themselves almost five years ago. Life was so different then, we had no idea much things would change, just because someone ate a bad bat.

Five years ago I had just started uni, traveling back and forth every day. What an exhausting thing to do, sit on a train, on a bus, on a bench, just waiting for time to pass or the cinery. ...

I remember 5 years ago, I stood up for a friend’s friend. He was being physically bullied, tormented and didn’t want to fight back. I stood up for him by telling the bully: “ Hey stop that, we don’t appreciate that here.” But it was probably my deep tone that threw him off more . Later that day That friend of a friend wanted to hang out again, but the middle man connection between us... this perso...

It was a dense morning and the air felt full. As I strapped on my apron and clicked my keys, the car alarm began blaring. I knew the day would be heavy as well. I drove to get a coffee and as I approached the drive-through window I saw a body through the passenger door, waving and flailing in ways that did not fail to grab my attention. I rolled down the window and a man approached, scuffing his f...

One day I was getting onto a an elevator. Standing proud in front was a beautiful woman with so much confidence. I told her how pretty I thought her dress was. She smiled and thanked me.

Since we worked in the same office building we would run into each other sometimes. She was always immaculate. We smiled and talked to each other going up or down.

Then I stopped seeing her. I was sad and ...

Feeling like an ugly duckling was never a good feeling. Being picked on was also a non-good feeling. Being a teenager can be hard, starting to care about what people say makes it even harder , and being insecure also brings its baggage. I’ve always felt that there was someone who looked better than me and was actually better than me from middle up until high school. In middle school comes bullies ...

Old rotted wood still keeps you sheltered from the storm. The storms of our lives crash over us like furious waves off the cape. Pain is relentless and never ending. The siding of our homes have been beaten and weathered by our storms. If buildings could talk they would speak only of the protection they made, the safety they created, and the warmth within. ...

I was always that quiet kid in class who liked to help people in trouble. When they are hurt I would help them. When kids on the playground had a fight with each other I would help them solve the problem. I would and will help the people who needed support and a shoulder to cry on. I am that that person who would everyone to Oder to be happy, even how bad that person was for me I would help them. ...