Inspiration-for-Writers

I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
—  ma.c.a // Let me feel you
When you left me, I have regrets instead of hate. You broke me, yes, but that wasn’t enough to loathe and ignore the time we shared. I should have asked you to sing more songs during phone calls, I should have hugged you tighter and a bit longer, I should have said ‘yes’ when you asked me to come over at your place, I should have kissed your lips and held your hand at the library, I should have loved you more when I still can. It’s one hell of a roller coaster ride but I didn’t regret taking the ride with you. Thank you for stepping into my life. We are slowly but the mark you left will always, always be remembered, it will live forever in me.
—  d.r.n
Au

“We’re rival detectives that usually end up competing to solve cases first, but now we’re teaming up for a super important one.”

“Are you crazy!”
I laughed and turned to see the person who spoke. She seemed horrified and so I smiled at her. “Aren’t you?” I asked a second before the water hugged me without care. 

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Chicken Soup

“Chicken Soup”

When I was a child and would often get sick,
My mother used to make me chicken soup.
I never understood why she would do this,
Except that’s what mothers do.

She would tuck me in and read me a story,
Before offering a kiss good night.
She chased the scary monsters out of the closet,
Before turning out the lights.

And as I continued to grow older,
So did she too,
But she was always there for me.
She always made me chicken soup.

When my friends and I would be done,
Playing ball in the park.
She had a meal prepared for us.
A meal with many parts.

When I wished I was blind,
So I can’t see my life before me,
My mom was always there to help.
Moms can fix anything.

She never once stopped encouraging,
Morning, noon, or night.
She trusts with my decisions.
I trust with her advice.

And now that my mom is sick and aging,
I know what I have to do.
I can see that things are changing.
I have to make her chicken soup.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’m tired. Tired of all the fear and suspicion. No one even knows that I’m an alien and yet I still fear for my life every single day.”

If I’m being honest, you were the worst and best thing to happen to me.
—  a lesson in disguise
Prompt #71

Rewrite a Shakespearean scene set in a different time or place. Bonus points if the place/time does not match the play at all.

Ideas:

1.) Imperialistic India

2.) Late 1930s Europe

3.) Ancient East Asia

4.) Russia during the Bolshevik Revolution

5.) 1920s New York City

6.) OMG ROMEO AND JULIET ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE BERLIN WALL

7.) MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING ON THE ISS

8.) THE LIST IS LITERALLY ENDLESS