Writing Prompt

Liora sat on the mossy stone wall, her silver braid catching the light of the twin moons that hovered low in the lavender sky. Beside her, a sleek midnight cat named Nyx purred quietly, its eyes reflecting distant galaxies.

For as long as she could remember, she’d been told the moons were just moons—silent watchers, keepers of the tides. But tonight, they were whispering. Not in words, but in a d...

Galda’s plait hung heavy along her spine as she sat gazing at the other worlds from her favourite spot. The cobbled wall that she felt so safe on, was made that way by her best friend Teenie. Teenie is a cat. His dark fur glittered in the moonlight as his dinner plate eyes looked out in the same direction as hers. The same thought passed through her mind, as it always does, as she gazed out toward...

The night had a way of swallowing sound. Only the gentle hum of the wind remained, curling through the broken stones of the old garden wall. Elara sat there, her legs dangling, toes brushing cool moss. The air smelled faintly of lilac and something stranger, like rain that had fallen in another season.

Beside her, a black cat perched as still as carved obsidian, tail wrapped neatly around its paw...

She sat with her cat in front of two planets. Two colliding planets.

Sure, it was pretty and all, but the girl knew and acknowledged what most people don’t care about: the life on those planets were dying. The people on her planet could help, yeah, but they didn’t. They didn’t care. They never did when something like this happened. They could have helped evacuate the planets and save thousands, m...

Asmei gazed at the vast evening sky thoughtfully. After four years, it was still astounding. Four years since the elders were sent visions from the rage God. Most of the world was beyond such archaic religions, but the growing Verisian sect still believed in the old text. They believed that no matter how advanced the world became with technology and science, the scrolls remained the foremost autho...

The planets shifted up and down, and left to right. They would be beautiful until the very end.

The sky’s are no longer grey but rather an intoxicating mix of rainbow hues. My cat’s fur stayed the same dark black it always was — absorbing the light and letting none out.

My cat didn’t look at me; it was captivated by the clashing of planets up ahead. I’ve failed. At my duty, role, and only purpos...

“Im not sure you know this Pluto, but once you turn of age on X8 you are sent as a explorer to a surrounding planet. Tomorrow is my birthday and i’ll be sent out. We don’t have a clear directive. Explore. Record. Report.” I say while petting his soft fur. “If we are to come across anyone we are not suppose to make contact. Most planets are either dead or are living with mutants who survived the s...

Buzz. A fat drop of pink dropped from the paintbrush tip, splashing on the painting. Purple bloomed smack dab middle of her pale blue sky. Cursing, Trish reached for a cotton swab to soak up the mistake. Her cell phone vibrated.

I’m really in trouble this time. I have no one, the text read.

Trish focused on repairing her sky. She needed to finish this set of illustrations for approval tomorrow. ...

At the moon from slumbers wake, stoic Kate looked on

Beside Emma, her green eyed cat, with their cheeks drawn.

As they sat in ritual to be as one. Catfolk

Ready to transform to prey before tge sun woke....

God elected two moons here

One was of night and black, dark velvet

The other light and courageous, strong and proud

These two moons were the exact same in composition, and seen opposite to each other

At the peak of the moonshire,many eons of people would sit in admiration, sometimes mourning

The sound of animals and the howl of their spirit was heard here, reverberated to the bottom canopy whe...