Writing Prompts

She was just another little girl who grew up too fast, trying to escape the demons she never had...

I’m drowning but I never learned how to swim.

It’s almost as if someone is meddling with time. An hour seems like a minute and a whole day at once.

It’s getting to the point where I think it would be easier to go a day without a smoke than a day without a kiss from you...

It's quiet. Eerie quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your ears ring and your heart pound.

The wind howls and rain immediately begins to soak the inside of the car. I steady the wheel with one hand as I swing my legs to the side and clutch the backpack to my chest with my other hand.

Okay but why is it that when I am having my best days, when it feels like I am actually moving that the demons catch up to me?

She wanted everything but settled for nothing.

There's this thing I've noticed that I can't seem to get over. It's not the dreamers who are asleep at night.

For each person there is a sentence – a series of words – that has the power to destroy them.