Writing Prompt

Chapter One:

The Stranger in the Rain

You know that feeling, right? The look of suspicion. Wondering if someone’s lying to you, right in front of your eyes. That’s the kind of mask he wore. Glass. Polished. Perfect. Only to crack and come to me for another one. I get clients like that all the time—broken people who think Currents are the only thing that makes life matter. But he… he’s differ...

Oh really

Silly

I didn’t know

It’s the snow

Oh you mean the sun

Just for fun

Are you serious

So mysterious

Are you fibbing

Just kidding

I’m laughing

And cackling

Really I’m not mad

Or sad

I believe you

It’s the truth...

I had never questioned it when I was little. Though it retrospect I probably should have noticed. I never knew why kids laughed every time they saw me with my parents, no one ever explained it to me.

But to find out not only the truth, but the lie beneath it. That’s what broke me.

“What are you thinking about Sweetheart?” The woman says, paler than the moon, with eyes like the spring grass. I shou...

She started asking me questions regarding what my older brother was asking “did he think we were up to something?” She asked while tucking the silver piece of hair from her eyebrows and slowly tucking it away as she looked at the rose gold watch hanging from her wrist. - “nah… he just wanted me to keep him updated on what we were doing today, oh and he handed me this..” slipping the folded piece o...

I remember the Priestess bowing her head, low enough for me to hear her cool-spoken words: “Once you return home from this pilgrimage, I promise, you will have no more questions, little one.”

“She’s right”, I say. I watch the heavy moon hang high in the sky and think of Papa back in the village, of how he coos happily while his tea boils, while his wounds festered-unquestionably....

Dead? At the end of my shift, both mom and baby were doing great. That had only been 12 hours ago. My training had prepared me for this, but what had once been a yearly occurrence shifted to weekly in the past year. By now there should have been some data to suggest a correlation with this massive increase in infant mortality. There should have—

A strong kick interrupted my thoughts. In three...

Yards of creamy yellow silk and tulle tumbling over her desk greeted Dido as she walked in her classroom. Shocked, she dropped half the papers she was carrying and than flung down the rest in fury.

Dido had written the Prince to explain the proposal acceptance was a mixup. Still boxes of flowers and candy from the palace arrived at her apartment each day. Each morning, Dido had to drop them off ...

What’s the definition of “ice breaker” on first time date. I think it could be truth or dare to get the date more interesting....

Briar’s fingernails are bloodied, it’s the first thing I notice after I sit before him.

He doesn’t know I’ve seen through his lie, so I suppose I must play along.

“Davina, darling, what is it you wanted to talk about?” He said, hiding his hands beneath his oak desk.

“I wanted to talk. You feel very…distant lately.” I paused a moment. “Is everything okay?”

I could sense Briar freeze for a momen...

You can see it a mile off. Slight awkward shuffle, and the voice sounds a bit different….but as you know, it doesn’t matter. They don’t want to upset you so they spin a yarn…it’s a sort of kindness really.

Just as I tell her she looks great when she doesn’t....