This was written on my phone. Words with * on either side are italicized.

Also, I did not go back through and edit so I'm sorry if there are misspelling and things.

My feet drag across the floor my head hanging low. I don't need to watch where I'm going. The brick-like shackles binding our feet together have built in hover technology. It's not like it's light enough to see, anyway.

My hands ar...

I wouldn't meet his eyes. "Just a tall caramel frappuccino, please."

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was looking at me quizzically, not because of my order, but because of my avoidance to looking at him. He rolled his eyes and punched in my order. I handed him my card and he swiped it, handing it back. I cringed at the wet, oily substance on it. "Can I get a name for the order?"

"As...

"I had to get out of there. No, you don't understand. I HAD to get out of there.

Arrowdale wasn't the same. It changed. It changed so much since the fire.

I didn't know why. But I was the only one immune to it. It seemed like no one else realized it had changed at all. That it didn't even resemble the Arrowdale I knew.

Maybe it was grief. At all the souls lost in that dreadful inferno. Maybe i...

It began as all bad days do. I woke up late for work. My car wouldn't start. The guys I had to sit next to on the bus smelled like smoke. And then a bus came crashing through the windows of our offices on the 12th floor, because of course it did.

When the dust settled and the screaming stopped, we saw them. Crimson Sheene and Gravity, fighting here in our offices.

"Isnt this just wonderful?" Cri...

(Based on the mythology my brother, Rey, and I created for a series. Credit to him. Sorry, it's long. Got a little carried away. And also, slight cliffhanger warning.)

Nine thousand years ago today...

In the golden night, I sit, watching them. Waiting. The sky lights up with streaks of golden Magic finally being set free. I won't have to wait much longer

I watch as the people exit their homes. H...

(Based off of a scene I have planned for a book I'm working on so it's not exactly what the prompt says, but whatever)

It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt in that moment. The fear running through our veins as we watched one of our own die at the hands of Anastasia. The silver of her knife biting into his throat and being covered in crimson blood in seconds. His body fell to the gr...

"Ok, look, you guys seem to be really nice people, but if you could just let me go, that would be great."

Both men look at me. The taller one snears while the shorter one just looks confused. "Yeah, we don't plan on doing that," the taller one says.

I roll my eyes. "Well it was worth a shot." I look around the room, trying to find another topic. "Hey, do you think I could get your names so I don'...

"So... See any good movies lately?"

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and an expression I can't read. Annoyance? Disgust?

I give her an awkward smile and just look forwards, leaning on my knees and giving a resigned sigh.

Waiting room. Waiting room. That's where I am. My fingers are fidgeting and my foot is rapidly tapping the ground. I've never liked these places. They're so cold and unfeeli...