Writing Prompt

Praying to your gods

Life can be mysterious

What is your purpose...

"He’s insane, Clem," Kafsi whispers to me. "Tegorí." Crazy.

"He acts like he’s best friends with the gods above," Niko scoffs, leaning against the wall of the alleyway.

I watch the long blond haired man cup hands and look up a the sky above with closed eye. He’s saying something. Something that I cannot hear from this distance.

"He cannot be that bad."

"Tegorí~" Kafsi whispers underneath...

(Satirical piece)

I know we’re always stressin’

I know we’re always down in the dumps

I know we’re super busy, super focused

I know we’re always angry

I know we’re always addicted

I know we’re always hard on ourselves

I know we’re always disgusted or freaked out

I know we’re always feeling super responsible for literally everything

But, sometimes, man, I wanna zone out

Be in such a peaceful sta...

“Zen… Zen… Zen.” Zephyr continuously repeated to himself as he takes in the smell of sea salt lingering in the air, loud honks of horns from sailors setting sail, and bright rays of a sunset slowly rising. His hands holding amongst each others tighten in desperation as he holds his head up higher to take in the scenery of his most tranquil place.

Looking around for cans, begging for a small hando...

It had been a long and grueling year. I watched as the people of my village die from the horrible disease. I watched my family look down at me in disappointment each time another soul was lost. I felt the burden of being the only healer in the village and how bad I was at healing. I needed to step out side for minute, to breathe in fresh airs, not air masked but death. I stepped out and began walk...

Everything was deserted. People were still asleep as the sun began its ascent to the highest point in the sky.

Scarlett took a deep breath as she stared at the horizon. This journey had finally offered her a solution to what had been tormenting her for so long. A year ago, her son had died in a terrorist attack. Even now, her stomach clenched just thinking about Felipe’s little face that morning h...

Brought to me through spirit

Is a quiet song my heart sings

It pours out a scatter of hopeful springs

To those who desire to dwell within it

It speaks no words

No binding promises to break

But it will make your soul stir

And show you the beauty at stake

For this world is unkind and cruel to many

Why play a part?

If you knew now what you did at the beginning

You would’ve heard that peaceful melod...

Milay had much to be thankful for and laid food from his garden upon the highest point of the city to offer them. After he laid down the offering he stood and began to pray. His family had been allowed to prosper even though times along the town he lived in by the sea was struggling. He knew others could not afford the food he was laying out, but he knew if he prayed the gods would provide. He kne...

He watches the sky and

does not watch the boats

that bask like beetles

on this liquid land,

because his eyes are

shut and seeing — his

hands, clasped like

tree roots, clinging

to the earth and each other.

He sees cliffs, with no houses

perched upon their rocks (some

wild and jagged adolescence),

and how the waves crash

like paper planes against them,

untamed, but not evil.

A tuna's satin bel...

On the outskirts of this struggling city, dense and full of lives which seemling influence nothing but discussion, disagreement and despair. A single voice seems to pierce through the fog that enshrouds local life. His melody brings a stop to everything inside the walls and gathers royalty and commoners alike. All come to listen to the words of his song, as it creates a feeling and sense of peace,...