Writing Prompt

The dampened steamy roads of Hope a kingdom forbidden for my kind. The murky waters bubbled as I lay a lousy finger tip against it’s surface, the hollow emptiness never left these street corners though to meet my love I must hide. Be hidden from everything horrible and anything curious. Low footstep approached soft yet hurried our secret spot was closed off from the rest of the kingdom a little to...

I creep out to the fence, the one thing that separates Soldia and Monnoite. The single object that separates me from Jay, or at least that’s what our parents think. The forest that surrounds the forest is thick and dense with old trees some looming a hundred feet above, the good thing about that is it’s hard to find someone in, the bad thing about the forest is the fact that it’s hard to find some...

The kingdoms of Asteria and Kael had been at war for as long as anyone could remember. Children were raised on stories of betrayal, soldiers were honored for their hatred, and the river that marked the border ran red too often.

Yet in the quiet hours of dawn, when the mist softened the world and the guards still dozed on their posts, Elara of Asteria crossed the riverbank to gather healing herbs....

The gun is heavy in my hands.

“We weren’t supposed to happen.” I force myself to say the words, even as they disolve bitterly on my tongue.

“You don’t mean that.” Cole’s eyes meet mine, desperate for me to revoke my words. I don’t.

“You have to see we are impossible,” I manage, hating myself for the pain I’m causing him. “You have to see this never would have worked.”

“What do you mean, ‘_this ne...

“Did anyone see you?”

“I don’t think so,” I say. I tuck her fiery hair behind her ear, “I’ve missed you.”

She smiles that sweet smile of hers, the one that I think of each day and dream of each night.

“How long do we have today?”

“Not long, Natari can only fake a piano lesson for so long. We have an hour or two at most.”

She snickers, “Since when do you play piano?”

“Since we wanted to meet every...

Rosalin could hardly breathe, her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest as she waited under the marble arch. Every sound set her on edge. The slightest brush of the wind against the stones or the flutter of a bird wingreminded her of the soldiers that had been marching through her village.

The war had started long before she was born—if one could call the endless slaughter of Tallians ...

CHAPTER ONE

once upon a time, there wre two kingdoms, Eldoria and Northwood, always fighting. princess chloe from northwood and prince bruce from Eldoria were supposed to hate eahother. But one day, they met and felt something special. they started meeting in secret in a magical forest. They talked and laughed, and soon, they fell inlove. But their families were not happy because they wanted them...

It was raining again.

But then again, it never really stopped raining these days.

Síofra stared out of her window, wiping off a layer of precipitation, and patted her cat on the head, hearing her purr softly. The clouds were endless— a continuing grey blanket that covered the sky. Síofra liked to think of it as the heavens freeing themself from all the bad things it had collected; dumping out ...

Eyes shut, Amelia inhaled deeply. How did things get to this point? She was no leader. During social events she nestled herself into whatever hidden nook she could find. She was no battle hardened soldier. She blubbered over the dumbest of things - whether happy or sad. Yet, here she was playing hero.

She exhaled, then opened her eyes and gazed out over the enemy camp. No one else would step forw...

It was a hell of a way to die. Not that I’d never died before, of course; No, this must’ve been the fifth or sixth time at least. But it was by far my favorite.

It all started on my sixteenth birthday, the day I would finally be coronated as the official princess of Macedalia, my kingdom. All growing up, I had been referred to as “Princess Marianne,” but I had never truly had any of the responsib...