Writing prompt
Everyone has one night they'd undo, the one that didn't have to end the way it did. Take me there. What happened, what was said, what wasn't. And if you could go back and change one thing, one word, one choice — what would it be? Write it the way you'd only tell someone at 2am.
Stories written for this prompt
- I should’ve said yes He asked me to leave with him that night. by AFTER MIDNIGHT
- The clock was relentless that night, but the silence between us weighed even heavier. He looked into my eyes—those eyes that knew every part of by useriii 06
- If I could relive one night, it wouldn’t be to change the ending. It would be to change me…………………….. I would put my pride aside before it built a by Dior Sahiti
- Second, you will experience painful sharpening from time to time, but it will make you better. Third, you will make mistakes, but you can always by Megi Mesutaj
- At 2 a.m., she asked if I still loved her. I stared at the rain and said, “I don’t know.” by C Brown
- February 11th,2024. The night was damp and gloomy. My heart resembled the darkness outside my room. With all the weight of overthinking, my chest was by afia ayman
- I waited five months for him to come back. Five months of silence and unanswered questions. When he returned, he didn't face me. He sent a simple by Mishy Mee
- I keep coming back to the phone call I almost didn't answer. Past midnight, caller ID: Dad. Usually meant nothing. I let it ring once, twice, thumb by Cute Simba
- The Smart Dog Tom had a dog named Max who was very lazy. Every morning, Tom said, “Max, go outside and get some exercise!” One day, Tom put a small by Riad Zejnullahu
- There's one chat I never dare to erase. The last conversation it had, dated back to 5 years ago. It's a chat with my best friend. My partner in by Derai derai
- It was just us, sitting on the balcony at 2am, a bottle of wine between us, talking and laughing. She was laughing at one of my stupid jokes. I by Jane Doe
- My dad asked if I wanted to go fishing that Saturday and I said I was busy, which was true in the way that everything at twenty-two is true. by Kujtim Saliu