Writing Prompt

“Send him in,” a priest in a gold-trimmed white tunic confirmed as he slid on his ornate hat with a yellow plume. A gold-plated iron staff rested in his left hand while his right adjusted the headwear.

Moments later, an older man in simple black robes was escorted into the throne room of the gothic cathedral. Sitting upon the throne, the priest lifted his head high and puffed out his chest—using ...

They fought like hell

Victory was within arm's reach

Then, they switched sides

Last second

Just when they almost won

Why do it?

Who knows

Maybe they didn't like the future they thought of on that side

Maybe it was something else

A tempting sensation

The scent of sin luring them in

Evil...

We almost won.

But to continue was futile.

We gave up.

And surrendered to the other side.

We were sad.

And alone.

No one to help us.

We drifted.

We were together.

Then pulled apart.

By the change in our direction.

We no longer had our connection.

Life takes turns that way.

No longer together.

No longer fighting.

The surrender ended us.

We are now dead.

To each other.

And ourselves.

Never give up t...

They knew how to change like the wind. Not on purpose but they had what most people call “a dark side”. It’s really not what they meant to do but the darkness had taken over, something clear when their eyes cloud over with a shade of grey.

As leader of their battalion, pride washed over them once they realized only a few enemy soldiers remained. They sighed contently and brushed back sweat-s...

Vengeance wafted through the monkey bars. A unrelenting sun hung low in the sky. And the war on Maple Street raged on.

No one knew what started it. In the future, scribes may point to how Jaime Estevez’ bragging about his new Nerf Elite 2 Eaglepoint RD 8 Blaster lit the fuse. Others will say Caely Worth’s birthday party was the keg of gunpowder. But the children knew since mankind climbed down f...

and she was so close

to becoming who she

was “meant to be”

a checklist

she didn’t write

long hair

check

pink dress

wearing

“polite attitude”

(conforming to the patraichary)

of course

she’s so close

to bottling him in

She fought like hell

Victory was in arms reach

But she he switched sides...

Imgarten was only a hair’s breadth away from the edge when she saw the cliff dropping into nothingness below.

“Stop!” she called out, tail lashing from side to side, her dark spinal projections standing on alert.

“What on earth?” Verrhyn shouted accusingly, barely stopping herself from careening into Imgarten. Verrhyn’s whiskers twitched and her cat-like pupils widened as she came to the realiz...

Once upon a time there were two brothers. They fought battles together, one a fighter, the other a tactical mastermind.

But one day, they found a dark secret within their kingdom. The king was crueler than they thought.

They would not fight for cruelness.

So they turned against their kingdom.

Now, they rule together, better than any other kingdom....

Alistor was already moving, slipping into the blind side of the guard line. His claws gleamed in the torchlight, wicked and curved, tearing through armor and flesh alike, cutting a scream short before it could rise. 

He didn’t fight like a soldier—he fought like a man in longing, desperate to be by her side. Every slash, every throat torn was a frantic step closer to her. His movements were flui...

Rain.

“I hate the rain”, Mitchell thought as he deflected yet another silvery blade. “The way it soaks your clothes, gluing them to your skin. The tickle as it’s beads slowly roll off your skin.”

He spared a quick glance up toward the sky. Not a cloud in sight.

“Then what was…?”

Blood.

Mitchell had lost track of how long he’d been fighting. “How many hours had passed? Or had it been days? Wh...