Here is a response to a recent prompt by moniquecaradine.com
It’s pretty good check it out below.
It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to save your relationship
Here’s a submission for prompt 659
Write a poem about this place.
It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to save your relationship
Here is a response for prompt 613 from Amanda. It’s really good check it out.
One, two, three, four, five I’ll open my eyes on the count of ten and everything will be alright. I opened up my pale green eyes to the darkness of my little room. I looked around; I was sitting on my bed and it was covered in… feathers? I twisted around to the right and saw that my pillow had been ripped to shreds. I tried to remember why I felt frightened in the first place. My deep breathing had subsided and my heart was no longer pounding against my chest. I felt my forehead. No fever. I threw my blankets toward my purple wall and stumbled my way into the bathroom. I flicked on the light and splashed cold water onto my face. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror I saw that my eyes were red-rimmed and puffy like I’d been crying. I focused and could still feel the lump in my throat. Why in the hell can’t I remember what happened? Frustrated, I walked swiftly but softly down the stairs and into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of tea and drank it all in four big gulps. I turned around to face the window and I saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me. I gasped and dropped my glass onto the floor. It was a boy. I heard it shatter and looked down. When I threw my head back up to see if he was still there I just barely saw him sprint into the woods in my backyard. I wanted to follow after him but my feet felt glued to the floor. My parents frantically rushed into the kitchen. They were asking me questions and trying to shake me out of my trance but I didn’t move one muscle. I just kept staring out the window and longed for the boy with those beautiful blue eyes. submitted 10/26/2013
Submitted on 2013/06/11 at 12:20 am
This is by Jess. It’s my response to prompt #539.
“I went to the estate sale on Carltun Place, bought a pretty necklace, paid for it, and them put it on as I walked home. That’s the last I remember! Why don’t you believe me,” I sobbed, repeating, for what felt like the thousandth time, my story, since I woke up a day and a half ago in, get this, a jail cell. I awoke, feeling thirsty and light headed, I was dehydrated, the doctors told me. I called out and about five guards came running. Apparently my voice was different, higher, less gruff, they said. It was then that I realized where I was.
And that I didn’t remember a thing.
It felt like I went to sleep and woke up the next day, except it wasn’t the next day. It was two weeks later. Two weeks! And I don’t remember a thing. I was immediately brought to an interrogation room that felt vaguely familiar. Like I’d been there in a dream. That’s when they told me I’d been acting strangely for the past couple weeks. But that was all of the information they provided, no elaboration. They seemed like they’d expected me to fill in the gaps for them, but I didn’t even know how I’d gotten there.
“Take me to my family! My mother and father! My brother! Someone! Any familiar face! Please,” I begged. “Do any of you have children? Oh they must be worried sick about me! Can’t you just-”
“Stop Adelaide. There is something we need to tell you. You may want to sit down,” the officer directly in front of me said.
I glanced around at the other officers. Neither of them would look me in the eye. I sat down, slowly, unsure of what to think.
“Adelaide…there’s no easy way to tell you this. Your parents…your brother…most of your friends…they’ve…well they’ve been killed.”
I stared at him. I didn’t want to believe him. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t! I felt fresh tears stream down my face.
“Who?” I asked in a feeble voice, just before I surrendered myself to the shuddering sobs that racked my body. “Who killed them?” I whispered.
The three officers in the room shared a look until finally one of them spoke up.
Okay here’s my poem. It doesn’t have a title:Creeping down the dimly lit streets
It chases you, knife in hand.
Bloody from its previous victims
Killed from the most fatal event.
You feel the glare of the firey red eyes,
Slits stabbed in its head.
You hear the low growl that escape
Between long blade-sharp teeth.Your soul knows it’s stalking you;
Your being begs you to run.
But your mind ignores the thoughts:
It thinks you’re scaring yourself
On this unbelieveably dark night.It’s black as coal,
It’s blind as bat eyes;
The only thing to light your path
Is slowly rotting deformed faces.You stop just once
To grab your wants,
But this is a mistake.
You want to scream,
Please, take this instead!
But it takes your most prized possesion.It starts at your feet,
All death must lead pain.
It cuts of your toes
With the tip of the blade.
The blood warms your feet
Floods what’s left of your shoes.
Then it drags the knife up.The edges of your ankles are outlined in red,
Soon your legs have long scratches
That stain the sidewalk.
Your belly–Like carving a jack-o-lantern,
It starts with the eyes,
Evil red triangles
That cry blood.
The nose of the same shape
The mouth is an undeserving smile.
Sharp teeth, menacing grin…
It carved its face into your skin.It etches slashes in your neck.
It’s hard to breathe.
Your head starts to wobble from blood loss and pain.Why aren’t you dead yet?
Why must you survive this?
It stabs deep in your head.
Life is unfair.
Blood clogs your eyes,
You scream, but voice must have been lost.
When the creature nearly cut your head off.
When the knife finally reaches your brain,
You’re momentarily paralyzed in pain.
Soon you’re relieved.
You fall to the ground.Maybe if you stayed inside this Halloween,
You’d be alive to trick or treat later in a life
That you no longer possess.
It is not real, it never happened to me or anybody that I knew—- ENJOY!!
WHEN I’M GONE
I don’t belong here, I never did, nobody wants me here, I don’t even want my self here.
There’s a way for me to get out, but it comes with consequences, I won’t be able to come back, but I don’t care.
When I’m gone, they’ll be jumping for joy, screaming, and laughing, I guess I’ll be happy too, since I won’t be there to make them miserable.
Every little mistake I do, they judge.
They don’t even know my name, but they don’t care, they still make false accusations.
Now I’m gone, but they’re sad, I don’t why. “Just cut the act!” I scream, but no one can hear me. “I know you’re just faking” I yell, angrier this time.
They were the cause of this, the least they could do was confess.
“Stop being such a wimp!” I hear them scream.
I remember that day.I was in the bathroom when they came from no where and attacked me.There were 3 of them. One of them grabbed me by my hair, took me into the bathroom stall made me get on my knees in front of the toilet, and told me to wash my face in it. “Ohhh, what’s wrong? You scared?” said another girl. “Okay then, let me help you out!” She took me head and plunges it into the toilet. she took my head again and brought it back up. The second girl grabbed me by my hair and tried to plunge it into the toilet, but I fought back and screamed. The third girl hit me in my face and said “Stop being such a wimp!”
I remember coming home and my parents asking me what had happened to my face and why i was so wet. I told them that I had gym last period and we had to run 9 laps, they believed me, and told me to wash-up before dinner, that was exactly what I did. While I was in the shower, I cried, I cried until my eyes were burning and I couldn’t breathe, I scrubbed my face really hard. When I got out the shower and looked at myself, I cried some more, part of my face was a little bloody from scrubbing so hard,my face was red and bruise.
I wish that I actually told my parents what happened to me, I wonder what they would’ve done…
At the funeral everybody from my school was there, most of the students, I didn’t even know went to my school. People were mourning over my corpse. The corpse with the rope mark around her neck, the corpse with the red blotchy face, the corpse with the unseen tear stains, the corpse with the broken heart, the corpse with a broken future, the corpse too young to be where she was laying.
Everybody was quiet, my parents were in the corner, silently blaming and cursing themselves for what happened to me, but it wasn’t their fault, it was nobody’s fault, but mine, for being who I was. Most of the people were crying softly.
I didn’t know they cared that much, but that was probably what they did at everybody’s funeral.
“Stop feeling sorry for me, your feelings towards me aren’t real, you don’t even know me!” I screamed, everybody was faking and I knew it, they didn’t care about me.
All of a sudden, everybody was giving speeches about what they missed about me or whatever. I was shocked to have found out that people actually did know me and thought I was funny, nice, and smart. I felt bad, I thought they were faking but what they were saying about me made me feel guilty about everything that I was saying about them. I was slowly fading away….
I woke up on my bed, it was all a dream. I looked around and saw my diary open, it said “When I’m gone, everybody will be jumping for joy, screaming and laughing.” I crossed those words out and wrote, “When I’m gone, everybody will miss me and sad, because I was a funny, nice, and smart person.”
Here is a writing share from Nerdy Teen Girl. Enjoy!
Here’s one from Prompt #356
The couple sat on the dock, watching as the sun met the sea with a blaze of light. Their swinging legs dangled over the side, stretching towards the orange-tinted water. “How long?” Caleb asked, watching the glimmering waves rise into the air, then fall as a gentle breeze pushed them back under. “Another few minutes.” Maya sat beside him, tense, closed. He had never felt her shut him out before. A white bandage was wrapped around the girl’s upper arm, the plain surface believing the wreckage underneath. The girl reached out a shaking arm, searching for his familiar fingers. He took her small, calloused hand in his, squeezing gently. Looking into her eyes, made golden by the sunset, he watched a single tear roll down her cheek. His heart ached. Catching his breath, Caleb tried to restrain his own tears. Suddenly Maya gasped. Taking her quickly in his arms, the usually clumsy boy laid her down on the sun-warmed dock. “I’m here, I’m with you,” he choked. He raised her hand to his lips, conveying his emotions with a gentle kiss. “My angel, my Maya, I’m here darling.” She smiled sadly. Even as the deadly poison raced towards her heart, she graced the world with her splendor. “You always said I was too beautiful for this earth,” she whispered. He tried to stifle his sobs, but it was no use. Salty tears rolled down his suntanned face. “I did, didn’t I?” He said. “I’m glad, it’s a sunset,” she murmured, turning to face the setting sun. “I always thought endings were beautiful.” The boy gathered Maya into his arms as her hand fell limp. His body wracked with sobs. “I don’t think I will see the morning,” he said. But in his heart he knew he would see the sun rise tomorrow, and the next day, and a hundred times more.
Here a new post from NerdyTeenGirl. Check it out! It’s great!
Here’s my story for Prompt #488.
The sun warmed my back as I bit into a very American food in a very not-American place. Eric grinned and gestured at the structure before us with his hot dog. “The Eiffel tower, Natalee, can you believe it? Paris, at last! You’ve always wanted to come!” His blue eyes shone in the bright mid-morning light. Still staring at the tower in awe, he took another bite of his hot dog. I looked at it hard, but all I could see was a collection of metal lumps. I tried to see it like Eric saw it-like Eric saw everything-with excitement and admiration, but the tower blurred as my eyes stung. Quickly taking a tasteless mouthful of food, I dashed away the tears. Later, we walked hand in hand down a quaint cobblestone pathway by a small channel. The sun was almost directly above us, the only sounds were the birds and our footsteps echoing off the old walls. When Eric spoke, his voice brimmed with sadness. “You’re doing it again Nat,” he said. Grief clutched at my stomach with a cold hand. I hadn’t realized. Wondering if he could forgive me again, my voice choked. He looked away, his hand lax in my grasp. “You’re counting steps.”
This section was created to allow readers of my blog to share their writing with other writers. If you write something in the comment section then I will post it for a week so others can check it out. Here my second submission by Maria Jones.
I tried my hardest to not seem afraid of her, but it was difficult. I’m an uma shifter; it’s in my nature to fear.
“Your clan cannot survive forever like this” she said, her grayish-black hair falling ominously over her eyes, “running like cowards. They’ll be annihilated swiftly if they don’t adapt. Fast.”
“Is that all the Okami Clan’s good for? Making threats?”
I was pushing it.
The girl smiled at me. She resembled Sadako.
“You’re a brave one, pony. However, you’ve pushed your luck.”
My eyes widened as the girl’s hair engulfed her body. Her eyes widened and her nails did, too, thickening. What was I thinking standing up to an okami?
Quickly, I shifted. My face lengthened and my fingers and toes fused together. Once the transformation was done, I was a well-muscled Thoroughbred. However, the girl across from me was a wolf. What chance did I have?
In our animal states, we couldn’t speak in human tongues, but our minds could. Her mind told me one thing: Run.
I galloped out of the machiya, my hooves echoing off the cobblestones. Behind me, I heard growling and claws scraping. I was outnumbered.
You can’t hide from us! Her voice screamed throughout my head.
I kept running, realizing that my transformation was useless. Umas can only run away or fight ‘til the death.
Slowly, I stopped running, turned around, and bared my teeth. I would not stain my clan’s honor by dying a coward.
This is my story for Prompt # 490
Snap! I heard the sound of branches snapping as I walked.
“D-did you hear that?” I could feel myself trembling with every step we took. Cassidy snickered, and lightly shoved me on the shoulder.
“Oh my god, Lauri. Are you seriously scared about some branches snapping?” she asked with a playful tone.
“W-what if it was a serial killer? Or a psychopath? Or a-“ I was cut off by Cassidy laughing at me.
“Puh-lease, Laur. This is Azure Wood. Nothing bad ever happens here. And you’re 16, for gods sake, not some little 6 year old who wants her mommy!” she fake-cried, and laughed again. “But hey, if you wanna miss out on the biggest party of the year, fine with me.” She started to sprint off to the neighborhood.
“No, wait, I’m coming,” I ran to catch up to her. But there was no sign of her anywhere, and her laugh was but a distant echo. It was like she had vanished.
“C-Cassidy, if this is some trick you’re playing, then its not funny,” I sputtered out as I kept on walking. “I’m going to the party without you if you don’t come out!”
There was no sound, and the leaves just swirled around me as the wind blew. Terrified, I started running like a madman towards the neighborhood. Within minutes, I was at the doorstep of the house that the party was being held at. There were people dancing on the roof, and beer cans were scattered on the lawn. Brandy, the person who was throwing the party, was partying at the lawn with a group of girls. He glanced in my direction and seemed to see me. His eyes lit up and he started to make his way through the crowd. Finally, he made it to me.
“Hey, Lauri, glad you could make it. Where’s your friend?” he asked.
“Brandy, I-I don’t know. She just… disappeared,” I mumbled, but Brandy just kept on smiling his I’m-so-cool-I-don’t-show-any-emotion smile and put his hand on my shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine. You want something to drink?” he held a cup of some sort of liquid towards me.
“Um, what is it?” I asked.
“Just something to get your mood started.” He winked at me.
I tentatively took the cup and took a small sip. It tasted pretty good, but had a strong alcoholic feel.
“Well, how is it?” Brandy asked.
“Pretty good, actually. What’s this made of?”
“There’s some whiskey in there, and some other things. Came up with it myself.” He smiled proudly, but I started to gag.
“Alcohol? You gave me alcohol?!” I spat and coughed out. Brandy just smiled.
“Hey, the goodie goodie needs to break the rules, too,” he said coyly. “Come on, lets party!” He grabbed my hand with his abnormally ice cold hands. I tried to slip out of his grasp, but he was strong.
“No, I’m going home! I’m getting worried about Cassidy, and let me go!” I hit his face with my purse, and that seemed to loosen his grip on my hand long enough for me to slip from his grasp. I started to run as fast as I could into the woods, and could hear Brandy yell. I didn’t pay attention, and kept on sprinting as fast as I could.
I was almost through the woods when I rammed into something very hard. As I tried to regain my vision, I felt something sink down into my throat.
“Mmm, you’re better than I thought you would be,” someone whispered through big gulps. “Even better than Cassidy was.”
I looked up and saw Brandy, but he seemed different. His eyes had a reddish tint, and his teeth seemed whiter and sharper. My blood was trickling down his lips and pale chin.
“Y-you’re a vampire,” I mumbled, and Brandy laughed.
“And soon so will you be,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve been wanting you for quite some time.” He kept on sinking his teeth into my throat, and then slowly let go. I could feel a paralyzing venom go through my body, and soon I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“What are you doing to me?” I mumbled, losing consciousness by the second.
“The same thing that he did to me,” a familiar voice cooed. Like Brandy, she seemed the same, but only had a murderous look in her reddish eyes.
“Cassidy,” I muttered, then closed my eyes.
This is a new prompt submitted May 3,2016 Kamdyn to prompt 720.
Why did I not think of consequences?
Whilst we rejoiced in a brief happiness,
Truth arrived and mingled with silences
And my former joy turned into vastness
Doth the honor of truth overpower
The short-lived pleasure of a web of lies?
Yes! For a web someday must devour
And truth, as pure as thou, shall never die
Though earn I did not, forgiveness I ask
Thou heart, made of gold, will surely pardon
I vow, no more now, will the truth be masked
Words I speak will be pure – chirps in gardens
And my lesson is learned, I swear to thee
Never again will I slight honesty
I take back my tears!!!
I take back my tears
the wasted years
I spent crying
for what never could happen
I take back my heart
my shattered heart
Up off the ground
and back in my arms
I take back my hope
wasted on you
and toss it aside
for it has no meaning now
Nothing you say
can heal the bleeding wound
That you opened again and again
I walk a free woman
held by nothing of yours
and flyaway free
as free as the wind
Here’s new submission. It’s really unique and powerful. I think it speaks to the issues and problems we are facing today. Words are powerful. Check this story out! And thanks for sharing your writing with us Kamdyn! 5/5/16
Once upon a time, there was a girl who could do something that nobody else could. She could see the monsters that her peers ignored. The monsters were terrible, hideous, blemishes on the face of society, creatures whose names were common words like Cruelty and Bullying, and they were led by the darkest one of them all, the horrid king of the deepest of evils, Injustice.
When the girl spoke of the monsters, her peers looked at her strangely, or told her that she was crazy. When she insisted that somebody combat thier invisible foes, they said that she was too aggressive, too mean, even, and that there were no problems in their world.
So the girl, disgusted by their cowardice, took up her sword and pulled on her armor, and walked alone onto the battlefield. Injustice was waiting for her, and when she came into its sight, it laughed; for her sword was a pencil and her armor was her confidence. She used her pencil to write the words that would inform the rest of the world of the terrible threat, and her confidence would prevent Injustice’s ally Self-Doubt from crushing her.
But there wasn’t just a single battle. There was a war that was yet to be fought, a war that would shape the rest of the world, a change that the girl wanted to lead with her words and her bravery.
No matter what her peers had to say about it.