Writing Prompt

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I opened the door as usual, but when I opened it I was greeted with the scent of dust and a clock that no longer ticked. The room was filthy with cloths draped over the furniture in hopes to keep it clean. The wallpaper was no longer colorful and alive, it was faded and stained with dirt. The kitchen no longer had ...

As the reunion drew to a close, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride. Our family had come together, overcoming years of distance and misunderstanding. But I knew that this was just the beginning. To ensure that our bonds remained strong, we had to create new traditions and memories that would carry us into the future.

I proposed an idea to my family: a yearly reunion, each...

The key they had given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home…

The walls and roof were still the same. The baby blue outer wall had faded a bit and looked more like the sky covered by those misty clouds up high and the red rooftiles were partly covered by moss and not as shiny as they used to, but it was easy to imagine what the house look like all those years ago. 

The door...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I pushed open the door and stepped through the threshold, a thin layer of dust covered every inch of a place I’d tried so hard to forget. “It's exactly as it's always been” I muttered as I stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under my weight. Memories I've locked away flickered through my mind as I walked thro...

The rusted key fits the lock like it always does, but the house no longer feels like home. My mind is fogged, and too many things have changed. It’s as if my memories were stolen from me by an unknown authority.

My dog Desmond is still chained in the back yard, left behind like always. He curls around himself as he naps, leaves and brambles catching in his long curly fur. Whenever I walked in, he...

With the photo albums in hand, I began my journey to reconnect with my family. My first stop was my older brother's house. As I knocked on his door, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a weary face that once radiated joy.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice heavy with the weight of the years.

I held out the photo album, my he...

The key they gave me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like a home. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by familiar sights and sounds that now seemed distant and cold. The rooms that once echoed with laughter and shared memories now lay silent and empty.

I wandered through the hallways, tracing my fingers along the walls that had witnessed our joys and sorrows. Phot...

As the school year ends, us students have our free time

Back, a time where we

Can sharpen our minds and put our creativity to the test, play in the

Dangerous spots, swim in the hot summer h-

Eat, and do whatever, or just stay alone if you pre-

Fer that; many kids have different wants, but you do whatever’s

Good for you, we don’t care, I sure know

I don’t, so sit and your room and tell you...

Oh, I see! My apologies for the misunderstanding. Here's a possible continuation of your story:

"As I wandered through the dimly lit corridors of the once-bustling mansion, memories of past celebrations flooded my mind. The laughter, the music, and the warmth that once permeated every inch of this place now seemed like a distant dream. But I refused to let the darkness consume the legacy of my fa...

The key they'd given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I thought about walking in to go look around. It didn't take long for me to debate, so I walked inside. Everything looked the same but it just didn't feel right. Everything was still the same as it was when I had left, nothing changed. I walked over to her room, I instantly started crying. I miss her being there as...