Writing Prompt

A breath was stolen,

A thought was chased.

The heart beat faster,

The calm was shattered.

The night was watched,

The sleep was missed.

By unseen shadows,

The mind was kissed....

The table was set upon concrete slabs, looking as if it were something out of a religious painting. The pitcher was placed to the right of a platter, oozing steam from beneath the glass dome. My feet were moving forward, first one and then the other, slowly at first and then all at once to reach that pitcher and the platter. My hands reached out to drink but stopped. The leaves hanging around the ...

His employability was shattered by AI.

His heart trampled by a bitch.

You could list every broken thing about Jim,

and trace the cause back to some witch.

His confidence was marred by childhood sneers,

His arrogance a self-defence

To the outraging closed minds of that era of peers

that drove him to such immense

depths of despair. What a life! What tragedy,

How the smothering and mothe...

In a world of a actions that follow the whims of people one ignores the path of the unspoken and unread. The wish every book holds dear is to be read and enjoyed by another reader. They spend each day gathering dust awaiting when the action of those who pass by like a blur gives them a chance to engage in life as vividly as their creators hoped....

A tiny seed was pressed into damp earth beneath the first blush of dawn. A faint chill was felt in the air, and a gentle patter of water was allowed to soak the soil. Rustling leaves were heard nearby, and a hint of fresh grass was carried on the breeze. “It must be protected,” was often whispered by worried voices, though no faces were seen. A tense pause was experienced when dark clouds drifted ...

Rain droplets crashed against his face.

“ Why did you bring me here?”

The hooded figure looked up. They gazed into each others eyes.

“ I figured I would get you as close to heaven as I could. Before I sent you to hell.”

They were miles in the air. On top of the tallest building of Silicon City. A beaming metropolis of tomorrow. The stranger stood up and looked out onto the city. The bustling li...

Subject 31, gender: 2nd variety; weight: 2.3 purze; age: post pubescent

It pretends to sleep. How strange these creatures are? So different from us, weird and grotesque, their tiny eyes and stubby appendages. Dr. Curos house Le says they are primitives, merely reactive creatures. But to pretend is to have awareness of self and others. My house Cru is low borne but we know what we do not know. It...

Seeds had been thrown onto the floor, dispersed by a hand wrinkled with age.

Laces had been tied. A double knot—secure. Yet, as the soles crunched the gravel, a frayed tie had come loose. It dragged along behind, snaking in the dirt, and the once-white lace had been transformed, wiggling into a yellow-dusted worm.

Wings of black silk had flapped excitedly at the sight as the scattering of ari...

The door was opened by a scaled hand, and a bag of treasure was thrown inside. All the gold, pearls, and gems held by the bag were strewn about the ground by the sea monster’s careless toss. A chair was pulled out from under the table, and it was sat in by the sea monster. The monster’s tail was curled through the legs of the chair as its fingers were drummed on the table. Its dinner was anxiously...

He looked around the coffee shop. Where was he? David wasn’t the type to be late, certainly not when meeting his old best friend. It had felt like years since Jack had seen his childhood friend. In reality, it had only been the day before but everything had been so frantic in their lives. Jack heard the ring from the door and looked up to see his best friend stumbling in....