The prompt I feel so dirty. I don’t remember the last time I was washed. I’m probably the thing she uses more than any other possession, but I never get to be clean. I don’t ever feel useful, only used, like some castaway from society. Like that homeless man that I see on the corner on those days she doesn’t cover me, smother me with he who is so beautiful. If you ever used him, and not me, if you ever washed me, he wouldn’t be so much prettier than me! We could both be beautiful! But no, I am to be covered like an unwanted stain, only he is…

The prompt Jessica Booker was normal teenager. She spent her life going to high school, learning math and science like a nerd, and getting picked on by her bullies, the notorious Pink Squad. Those three girls, Dolly, Molly, and the ringleader Holly, were the most popular girls in school. Jessica was jealous of them, but since her name didn’t rhyme, she could never join the clique and was therefore hideous and unlovable. One day, the notorious villain Poison Oak attacked Jessica’s school. (This was the female Poison Oak that debuted in Yellow Fox issue #17, not the male Poison Oak that has been a popular, well-known nemesis to Phantom Macaw…

The prompt Dear diary, Pan found three new children to bring back with him to Neverland. One of these days, one of them is going to get hurt, and they’re all going to come crying to me as the only sane adult in this place. I have to get these kids out before some stunt he tries to pull kills one of them. But one of the kids he brought back this time was a girl. Maybe Peter’s finally growing up. Looking for a, uh… partner, rather than a stooge. Tinkerbell isn’t taking the new addition well. Predictably, she came to me to kill Peter in her jealousy. Which seems…

The prompt Struggling to get through everything. Trying to finish it all by the deadline. Everything is overwhelming. Should I eat before everything is done? Should I sleep before everything is done? Everything is fine. I have to make them believe everything is fine. Drowning, drowning, going down. Oh right, my theater homework. I forgot. Put it on the list. Undo that, it’s not good enough. This will never be good enough.

The original: It was nice to come up here to the wilderness just to take a breath. No one ever made their way up here, and when they did, they were always gone once the spectacular sunrise was over. No, these summer midafternoons were mine, all mine. I could relax, listen to the creek and the wildlife that surrounded me. If I closed my eyes, I could hear the whispers of the cattails gossiping or the creak of the trees as they discussed the virtues and drawbacks of different philosophical ideals. By the time the pine trees brought up Descartes, I was fully invested. This was my place, my home,…