Writing Prompt
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The After Party.
Write a story that begins just after a big party has finished.
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We were Dunkin’
Our donuts
And the coffee shop music was funkin’
And groovin’
We were lookin’ left and right hitting those moves
Like we got nothing left to loose
But all good things must come to an end
It was closing time
But in no time we packed it up
And took it outside behind the Dunkin’ Donuts
Coffee runnin’ in our veins
Eyes a bit glossy and mouths a bit frothy
From the powdered sugar...
**_Oswald_**
The night in Smallerville is usually quiet at midnight. Of course, it isn’t now, and the civilians are probably pissed at the commotion going on outside of the local bar.
But I don’t know; maybe they’re all sleeping peacefully now? I sip at the water in my cup, and watch my chums make a fool of themselves to the ladies. Rayburn’s around the building pissing in a bush, so I don’t rea...
I’m the friend who doesn’t drink. I wear modest clothes and no one actually calls me by name.
They call me the Driver.
I here the awful truths that no one else remembers. I work out for the sole purpose of carrying my unconscious friends to the car.
And my friends are amazing. They give me gas money and thank me once they aren’t hung over.
But still being the driver isn’t the best job to have....
"C'mon, Jules! Just one more shot before
you leave?"
I cringe at his words. I hate nicknames.
"I'm good, Caelum. I have to get home." Heading towards the door, I feel an icy hand on my shoulder.
"You're gonna miss the after party. Why don't you stay a moment more?" There's a certain tone to Caelum's voice that's never been there before, and it sends shivers down my spine.
"I really have to-"
...
**(Written like a diary entry**)
I just got home from my massive school dance. I start thinking to myself how I regret it so much not because of the dance, but because I donnt make much friend or a boyfriend that year so I was all alone at the party! **I regret not putting myself out there more**, but then again putting myself out there more is risky. **It’s risky because what if I get used by ...
The sun fell down in slices through the blind shutters and pried open my eyelids like the two halves of a walnut.I wish I had closed that blind.I wish Marnie had closed that blind.I wish whoever built this apartment all of those years ago with its stocky uneven floors,spitting drywall and doors imprisoned in lichen had never installed that window.Pain rattles through my skull as I stretch a greedy...
Breathe deep.
Deep breath.
A joy cut short.
All must end.
A perfect moment.
Not memory captured.
You can’t relive it.
You can only wonder.
Residual joy.
It always resides.
Time flies.
Feelings hide.
Universal rules.
All must abide.
Endless cycles.
Wanting out.
Death is just the beginning.
Even though it is the end....
After the party where the
Glitter was trampled over and the
Disco ball shattered on the floor
The lights all went dark and
Everyone left
Left me there
And there I was
Frozen on my own kitchen floor
Right next to the spot you kissed her
The spot that will never ever
Be mine again
Your kiss
Oh it left a hole in the wall
The wall with our picture
We were smiling, wind in our faces
It looked per...
The room was spinning. Literally. I don’t know what kind of club we wound up in but the VIP suite that Carlos’s money must’ve afforded us was tucked back towards the corner of this place and was actually spinning. My head might’ve been spinning just a little bit too.
There were women, tall women, with platters covered in champagne flutes. I remember at one point there was Chick Fil A, and now I’...
At three o’clock
Cicadas buzz outside
In the dewy grass
Hidden by nighttime clouds
And your dorm room
Is finally deserted
The crowds that
Packed themselves in
To the limited space
Bumping loud music
Drinks so strong
They burn your throat
While the bathroom
Has become a jungle
It’s finally gone
And you are alone
Alone
To clean up solo cups
Strewn recklessly
Mop up beer stains
That leave sti...