Writing Prompts

Post prompt for the week: Write a story about a lie
Next prompt will be posted on wednesday.


I stared down at the test in my hand. A piece of plastic really, yet it held so much importance. Lives changed everyday depending on what this little test said. My hand quaked as I waited, feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, terrified I was going to fall. The symbol slowly appeared, taking its time, like I wasn't clutching at it, desperate to see what it said. The little plus stared me down, as if daring me to contradict it. I nearly choked. My heart leaped into my throat, racing a mile a minute. I felt as if I was falling, off the edge, with nothing to catch me. Then I do fall, backwards onto the toilet seat. The plastic with its taunting plus, clatterd to the tile and I stared blankly at the wall. What am I going to do? How am I going to tell him? We're not ready. There was a knock at the door and I quickly stuffed the test into the trash. After I opened the door he asked, "Are you okay?" I plaster a smile on my face. "Yeah, I'm fine."