Use imagery as you write for fifteen minutes about your character trying a new restaurant. “I’ll take the corner booth,” she told the waiter quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He was tall and gangly looking as he shrugged and gestured for her to follow him through the dark, romantic restaurant. She … More The Corner Booth
“We have to help him!” April screamed at all of them, her chest starting to ache. If they didn’t get Emmett out quick enough, he would be dead before morning. The panic set in as she started to shake, but the five of them only stood there staring at her. “Why are you all just standing … More The Martyr
All I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel the way I do. You walk around everyday ignorant to the destruction you’ve created. You have the privilege of a happiness. one I’ve never known. You can smile without cringing. You can love without hesitating. You can hurt without crumbling. You don’t have to look away when you … More Dear Dad
Write 15-step list titled “How To Be ____” First, assess whatever situation you may be in and decide if it is worth losing your shit over? Next, decide that yes, this is worth losing my shit over; no matter how dramatic or unreasonable it may be. Bring up your troubles to everyone around you. Talk … More How to Be Irrational
“Your body will argue that there is no justifiable reason to continue. Your only recourse is to call upon your spirit, which fortunately functions independently from logic.” – Tim Noakes “Anne!” I heard my name, screamed over the noise of the crowd, and looked up to see my coach, pulling me out of my trance. … More Feet Like Fire
“I think that you can’t stop thinking about me,” Isaac said looking down at me with hungry, dangerous eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered and rolled my eyes for emphasis. He moved closer, branches cracking underneath each step. I backed away ignoring the beating in my chest and the sweat building on my palms. “You’re doing … More Against Protocol
Who’s your hero? They ask, siting impatiently for an answer. The thoughts of families drawn in crayon on classroom walls make me sick. My stomach lurches at the thought of Mom being a hero. My heroes are the pills she uses to escape reality. I used to cry when she washed it down with wine, when the … More Heroes
“I can’t really talk right now,” Travis spoke into the phone quickly and distracted. Janet was precise and detail oriented when it came to adding new kids to the home, which made the whole thing extraneous and another item on the list of things he’d like to avoid. Because of his sister’s sudden intrigue in the … More Don’t Forget the Salsa
Write 250 words inspired by the colors of the walls around you. Penitentiary isn’t what I imagined. Neither is solitary. The brightness of the walls are hurting my eyes even with them closed. I was almost expecting a straight jacket and padded walls; Instead, it was a 6 x 9 brick cage painted white. I … More White Walls
He could see her through the downstairs window walking across her bedroom floor, oblivious to the outside. He felt the blood sticking to his eyebrow and a bruise forming large on his cheek. He knew he should turn around and leave before she spotted him. She shouldn’t be buried with another one of his burdens, but he’d give … More The Good in All the Bad
Destruction is a Form of Creation 