In response to a writing prompt on Reddit
When together, my little brother Charlie and I became hellions. We’d scheme about who would steal the potato chips from the cabinet, we’d bounce on the leather sofas and beat each other up with mom’s very expensive pillows. When it came time to point fingers, we’d always blame on our dog, Betsy. Looking back, I knew mom and dad didn’t believe us; they just found it easier to pretend the lie was the truth rather than scold us about it.
In response to the one word writing prompt, Fifty
I watched as my dad blew out the candles on the cake. A cheesy grin crept along the corners of his mouth. One candle had refused to go out.
That single candle danced back and forth, in front of the wax five and zero. Fifty years old.
For a brief moment, I looked at his face. There were wrinkles that hadn’t been there before. Stressful gray seemed to be winning the battle against his naturally black locks. My smile wavered. For the first time, I was scared for my dad.
This is in response to the one word prompt theme: Jeopardize
She didn’t know why she saved him.
Beady and expressionless black eyes stared down at the sleeping child. Every time he breathed, a wisp of gray escaped his almost blue lips. This prompted the creature to pull him closer against her still chest.
In response to a writing prompt on Reddit.
“I wish you would stop trusting me.”
John looked up at his friend, his ill fitted glasses nearly falling off again.
“Why would I do that, Andrew?” He questioned. Stop trusting the person who’d played with him on the playground when they were kids? The one who’d been the best man at his wedding?
The one who had cried the most at his funeral?