Eric Mochnacz

Oct 22, 2024 | thepromptmag.com | Eric Mochnacz

Wordle is my love language. Do you remember during the early stages of the pandemic, when people randomly started posting yellow and green squares as their Facebook status? And then came the common comments refrain: “What is this?”If you are still uninitiated (which, like, if you are, please get out from the rock under which you reside), the concept is simple. Daily, you are given six chances to guess a five letter word.

Jun 3, 2024 | thepromptmag.com | Eric Mochnacz

Colby dives for the RESET button on the Nintendo, slamming it with a vigor that he used to save for bygone games of Hungry, Hungry Hippos. You yell, “NOT FAIR!”He whips his head around and hisses at you. “Shut UP. You’ll wake Mom up and then she’ll be REALLY angry.”He is right. The last thing you want to do is wake your mother up. It’s almost ten o’clock. You and Colby should both be in bed, asleep. Yelling at you when she’s home for an hour between working her office job and waitressing at the diner.

Mar 14, 2024 | thepromptmag.com | Eric Mochnacz

When did the concept of having a safe space become a bad thing? I didn’t even know the term itself existed until conservatives attempted to weaponize it in an attempt to shame people for expecting physical and psychological safety in their everyday lives. Bro, is it gay to experience the very real, human emotion known as fear?

Feb 22, 2024 | thepromptmag.com | Eric Mochnacz

Harmony Meadows sat quietly in the train station, absentmindedly flipping through the paperback she had picked up at Hudson News. She was excited to leave town for a while. The city had just gotten so… stressful. Harmony refocused on the book, trying to clear her mind of everything else weighing on her. With her free hand, she tapped her fingers against the bench while occasionally dipping into her bag of sesame sticks she had picked up with the paperback.

Dec 11, 2023 | thepromptmag.com | Eric Mochnacz

This world is not made for single people. A few weeks ago, I finally got a new mattress. It was a long time coming, and there was an amazing Prime Day deal (but still, fuck Jeff Bezos). It was one of those mattress-in-a-box deals, and it popped up on my stoop in three days as promised. And it almost stayed there. Well, guess my sad, lonely ass is going to have to risk a back injury so I have something to sleep on. But it got me to thinking—what am I actually supposed to do here?