Doll by Irina Maks

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway | Word count: 300 | Genre: Don’t know

She was so strange. I remember when she was eight, she became obsessed with this doll she wanted. We saw her in one of the local shops.

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Cut the Strings by Irina Maks

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

“What the fuck just happened? Why isn’t he answering me? Fucking piece of shit, I know this would happen, I just knew it! Fucking liar. I hate this thing, why did I let myself go through this mess again? I knew, deep down I just knew it will end up this badly, he was so unsure when we talked about the future, and every little thing we did to make a step forward. He was always in a thinking process, like a retard, fucking hell, the shit left me, I cannot believe it Karen, the shit just left me.” – Stacy is going mad. She is talking with her friend on the phone, and walking all over the place. She can’t stay still, she is messy, her hair is everywhere and she looks as she had been crying for a while.

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The Gift by Irina Maks

Prompt: Mastermind | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Diary

All my life I’ve been a loser. It’s true. People say that there are ups and downs in life and sometimes we win and sometimes we lose, but me – I’ve always been a loser. I always hate to try, I am a lazy son of bitch and because of it I am unhappy. Actually, if you ask me, I wouldn’t know what happiness is in the first place. I don’t meet people, I don’t even try to talk to them. For me that was always hard. Being social. I have only satisfied my basic hedonistic needs. I am worthless. Sometimes I feel like maybe I also have the right to be happy and normal person like all of them, but then it hits me that I am nothing, that I will never contribute to this society, I will never be someone. I am just dust that floats, and after a while I will be gone and no one will remember me. I am dead. Dead inside and outside; I can pretty much say that ‘cause apparently I look like a ghost. People always tell me that I need to take better care of myself, but actually I am straight edge kind of guy. I don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t eat meat, no bad habits whatsoever. I exercise hard, even though I do it mainly because I want to feel pain and feel alive, and not because of health concerns or appearance, either way I do live a healthy life and still manage to look like shit.

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Banned by Irina Maks

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 | Genre: Diary

There is a bar and I am on it. Drinking my ass off, cause the people I came here with are not at all interesting.

Look at them, I mean look at them, smiling, having fun. They wave me to come over there and dance with them. It’s not easy for me okay, and they pretend like I am alright, well I am not.

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Honesty by Irina Maks

Prompt: Coming undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Drama

It’s a cold winter night in a small town. Next to the shore of a beautiful lake in a small wooden house live Chris and Mary. They have been together since college and are married for two years now but they still haven’t got any children. Mary is working as a therapist and Chris is a teacher at the local high school. They have had great days in their marriage but tonight is going to be one of those bad nights that can happen ones in a while.

Chris and Mary are talking quite loudly on the kitchen table. They are both very upset and they have been crying and discussing for a while.

“Please go away, okay?” – says Mary. “This time it’s over. I cannot go through this again. It is too much to bear. Do you understand?”

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What home? by Irina Maks

Prompt: Going home | Word count: 500 | Genre: Crime

I am lying here, for what feels like ages.

The last thing I remember was the Sergeant saying “This is your last assignment soldiers; you are going home after this!” – I didn’t know how to feel about it.

That’s the last thing I remember.

And now I’m lying in this bed, in this hospital. There are doctors all around me. I have blackouts all the time. I am not focused.

There was a war crimes police here three days ago, questioning me about the blood splatters, the kids and women, the privates, my buddies, me. I didn’t know what to say. I don’t remember I said.  They said something about a war crime and some kind of manslaughter, but I don’t remember.

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Ocean by Irina Maks

Prompt: A new Life | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Mystery

I am writing this because I do not know what else to do. I’ve been trying in many other ways but it just doesn’t work. I figure I’ll write and maybe someone will read this. Maybe someone knows this feeling, someone to find and save me. I don’t know anymore. Everyday I’ve been writing on a rock that is so cold and it’s quite painful and uncomfortable. Sometimes I don’t have anything to write with, so I hurt myself, and write with blood. But I will never stop, because this is my proof. If someone reads it. And I truly hope someone will. Because, what’s the point otherwise?

What happened that day, the exact words and feelings in my head were…

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Well Loved by Irina Maks

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Romance

She opened her eyes, it was early morning. She couldn’t sleep all night. Her mind was a jumping jack, full with all emotions one can handle.

It was a sunny Sunday, and from the bedroom windows light was coming through on the bed. She has her night robe on, hair all messy, some makeup on her face from the day before. She is sitting there on the bed half-awake just looking at the sunrays and rocking left then right, staring at the bright floor of the room. She’s been doing this for a while because she couldn’t bear the anticipation. It is the day, the day to see him.

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Ground Plan by Irina Maks

Prompt: The List | Word count: 1500 | Genre: Drama

“I hate this” – Jenna said,

“I mean why do they always have to send these goddamn lists.”

“Well it’s easy for them I assume” – said Carly.

Jenna is holding a letter in her hand and on the letter there is a list with names of some baby products. They are presents that invited guests should buy for an upcoming baby shower.

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Moss by Irina Maks

Prompt: A white lie | Word count: 2500 | Genre: Fantasy

It is always kind of a joy to watch them suffer. You learn a lot by looking through someone else’s suffering. You see them helpless and alone, wondering what to do with all those feelings that float around them. The joy that I feel is how much they appreciate their existence at that moment. How much it is meaningful. Everything in their life starts to have a reason. I am not a sadist, even though a lot of souls were to say that I am. I am not. It is just my job. I am never welcomed and never loved, I just happen for some.

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