Haven’t tried an 100 word story in a long time. I’m probably too late for this, but I know quote quest had something about a blank page which makes me think about starting over. The air felt heavy with repressed feelings. She ignored the betrayed look in his eyes as she packed. The Diamond ring …
It’s been… a while. I’ve been struggling of late. The first time in a long time where I haven’t had much of an urge to write that wasn’t brought on by some form of depression. The spark… is just absent. It makes me nervous, but not as nervous as usual, which is hard to process. …
It’s late and I spent the entire day watching anime instead of writing. And that’s okay. I did want to write something though. What I’ve thought about more lately is how I feel better. I feel like there should be question marks after that because things are shit so I feel weird saying I feel …
Whoa, this year, amiright? Never has a whole year felt like a damn decade. It seems a bit early to be writing a reflection post about the year, but at the rate I’ve been writing, if I don’t do it now it won’t happen. 2019 has been a difficult year for a variety of reasons. …
I absorb emotions. I believe it’s a form of empathy gone awry, but I find many times I’m extra sensitive to the emotions in the room. I’m an unintentional emotional vampire. By birth, I’m technically a middle child. My older sister is so many years older that it can at times mean I act like …
My mind has been so jumbled lately. I can’t see a way out of the maze. I wish I could explain it all with a photo, but I lack the coherence to do it. This will do for now.
This is going to be a difficult post to write, but I want to write it for a variety of reasons. The biggest reason is I’ve always felt like I was much better at writing out my thoughts than speaking them. Even then, I’m probably not going to manage to say all of what I …
This may not be the place for this, but I don’t feel like putting this on my other site. Let me start by saying I’m at work (I was at the time I wrote this) and it’s the middle of the night (not so much now) so the title is asking forgiveness for what could …
Day 15: 842 words. Was inspired by someone I know. – She was walking in a fog, had been for the last four days. No amount of coaching and talking could change the way she felt since he’d left. That morning replayed over and over. “I love him, Claire.” His handsome face seemed more lined …
Day 14: 300 words. Prompt was Mirror and Vermillion – “I believe we’ll have to tuck things in a bit here.” Patricia’s mother smoothed a hand down her bare side, pinching the skin by her hip. She looked at the hand in question, the skin dotted with aged spots that didn’t match the seemingly ageless …