Writing Prompt

I woke up on a seemingly normal day and got myself ready to go to school. I could hear my mom from downstairs yelling at me to hurry up. It was the second day of school and I had been late to the first day. My mom did not want a repetition of yesterday.

“Emma! Hurry up, you know you have to walk and I have to go to work!” My mom yelled.

Since I’ve been late already, my mom chooses to wait for m...

I followed my daily routine, coffee cup in hand, heading to my boring office job. My mind sat blank as always on my walk through the city. Until my eyes were drawn to a lady walking in front of me. She wore a long red dress that exposed her lean back, but it was not the dress that had caught my eye. Strewn across her backside was a zipper embedded into her flesh. I rubbed my eyes as if something c...

Sheena's life had always been a quiet one, punctuated by the soft clicking of her keyboard and the gentle hum of her refrigerator. The outside world was a distant concept, something she observed only through the windows of her tiny apartment. Partially because she was an introvert with severe anxiety, but mostly due to the fact that she was — for lack of a better term — a total hermit.

But, unfor...

This morning I was walking down the side walk when I noticed that everyone had there skins zippered together, I then reported to the police about this phenomenon but they thought I was crazy and was on drugs. So they came to my location to arrest me, they took a look at everyone and immediately started an investigation. 4 months after the case started they found the suspect, Albert zipper hands.

...

Eli walks around town as he notices something wrong.

Everyone has zippers holding together their skin…

_Jeez, Plastic surgery went rogue._

Out of curiosity, he checks his own hand.

It was in fact laced with zippers…

“Wow, terrifying,” he scoffs.

“You are sad man,” says a voice he can't trace.

“Annnnd your deranged,” Eli responds nonchalantly.

Damian waves his hand slowly revealing himself ...

“What do you mean, you’re not a bad person?” My voice was unfamiliar. I was asking only for an old friend; i knew she meant it, but the hurt ten year old in me, was only repeating the defense more so than asking anything.

“I did nothing wrong, all i did was talk. They’re the fools for having something for us to talk about,” Debbie’s volume went up in pitch as she dribbled out her testimony, almos...

I used to be young and naive

Looked at pretty flowers

Not at the wilting leaves

People are who they say

They are who they appear

Why would they lie?

After living 21 years on this earth

I’m still young, but not naive

I’ve noticed that no one

No one is who they appear

It is more than just masks

Everyone has those

This is a full body cover

With a zipper in the back

We all want to be better

Never ...

Today I chose to not take the pill.

There wasn’t any valid reason for it, I had simply decided to take a break. No one wants to become hooked to a tiny blue oval, after all. Besides, it was a lovely day out.

I stepped out of my apartment and headed down the clunky elevator. The good ol’ faithful elevator; she always felt like she would break, plummenting down and crashing into the basement floor...

Are we who we say we are, any of us? One small tug, what lays underneath? Secrets spilling out? Snakes upon snakes?...

Cold and sweet, apple juice trickled down Max’s chin. He guzzled the bottle as sweat pooled down his back. His tailor shop was a furnace and he was still waiting for his AC unit to get fixed.

“You spilled some,” Garrick said.

Max choked in surprise. One minute he was alone and the next his customer Garrick was perched on the edge of counter. Impossibly tall and pale blue, Garrick tilted his hea...