Writing Prompt

Looking inwards this part was standing above the perfumes. If scent could rot in your mind this was where it would have done so.

It called her a witch too and she has been repulsed by that too.

He sighed, the puzzle was saying Torrie was deeply connected somewhere. Why couldn’t his time be filled with simpler matters where he could just tend the dead on behalf of the bereaved. That was where...

I knew that the two men seated at the bar in front of me would be exchanging fists soon. The entire establishment could feel the magnetic repulsion immolating from their shared space. It was nearing 1AM now, and both of them had drank enough of the sauce to loosen their tongues. Yet against all of my better judgement, I still felt that I could change the impossible in this situation.

Their voice...

He sat there, at the edge of the bed, numbly, staring at the beige walls of the hospital room. A cop stood right outside the door and low mutters could be heard outside but other than that there was nothing to pull him from his dark thoughts.

He should be boiling with rage, trembling in fear, sick with… guilt? But no… he sat there, the lights dimmed around him to coddle his aching head. They had ...

He was trying to wrestle the man to the ground, choking him. A second seemed to last a lifetime but suddenly he felt his nose give way under the man’s elbow and with a loud crunch he dropped to the floor, blood dripping through his hands.

“BANG! BANG!”

Shots fired in the air. He couldn’t see! The cashier! Is he still alive? He started crawling away and made it to the candy aisle when someone else ...

The rumpled sheets were his first sight, depressing shade of grey. It matched his mood. He stared at the screen of his phone, as though we actually had any notifications to check. It eventually started buzzing again, the seven minute snooze having gone by unappreciated. The noise was like bells pealing in his skull and he reached for the bottle of Tylenol before realizing there was no tell-tale ra...

It was never supposed to happen, but it did.

It all started when an innocent man was about to be executed for being a heretic. So, I stopped it. Lucien, the leader of The Order saw it as an act of defiance. That didn’t matter to me, all I did was save that man from being killed for having a voice. Lucien ended up sparing that man and told me that I would regret what I did. I only did what I thou...

My heart raced as I pushed the petal to the floor. Tires spun until I got it under control. The Dodge Challenger changed gears and jolted forward with great speed. Helicopters came closer, while police cars raced in from behind. Shit!

“So uh, how’s this working for you?” The villain in the backseat asked. I didn’t need to look back to see the smirk on his face.

“Shut the hell up and put the gag ...

Today’s the day I would finally meet him face-to-face. After xxx days of community quarantine, things were finally getting back to normal and we could now go out. Through weeks and months of chatting, today would be our first, offline date.

“I’m already here.” We both texted each other at the same time. There he was, on the other side of the street, smiling beamingly. I could feel the butterflies...

Being honest is a fickle thing, because it can backfire. And sometimes that fire even though it is intended to bring warmth and light, can turn into a raging fire bringing all of life to a blaze.

That’s how June felt anyway, she saw a burning forest where I lit a candle. I still don’t know if she actually believes him, or she is just wanting to wish what he said was true. The only thing is that ...

All I could think was to save her. By any means necessary. She was in pain. Her eyes were sad and looking at me longingly. She needed me to hold her hands, kiss her face, her cheeks, her hair, her eyes. She needed my voice telling her how much I love her. She needed a hug. But I could only see a burning bridge. I had to get to the other side with her. I had to put out the fire.

Plan - I needed a...