Writing Prompt Stories

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"Honestly, I just want to help people."

"I find that hard to believe when you just confessed to five murders."

"It's three in the morning..."

"There's blood."

His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones.

She had missed the last train.

"I swear, if you took my leftovers, I will rip you limb from limb."

"We've been friends for so long, I can't remember which one of us is the bad influence."

He stared at her, sitting by the window, watching the snowflakes twirl in the air. They had never spoken, much less made eye contact, but there was something about her. Something that was impossible to ignore.