Writing Prompt

They were both at the Wishing Tree, the one they always saw in their dreams. Though it looked just as beautiful, it felt more sinister in the day than when they visited it at night.

"I don't know how I feel about this," Leah admitted, turning to Adora, "but we must do this for my Father."

They looked at eachother before nodding and walking towards the Tree together.

Little did the...

(Cw: implied suicide 😥)

One arrogant but full of self hated

The other desperate with big dreams

They dance around the tree

Acting like they themselves don't yearn for it

As if it was lighthearted instead of disheartening

The dance around, acting like roots hasn't destined for the rope to be around their necks

The roots has picked out its people

Some may choke and drown

Others may choose to be...

By the time the stars blinked open above Alderwood, two friends stood before something ancient, magical, and waiting...

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The Wishing Tree stood deep in the heart of Greymoor Woods, in a clearing most people couldn’t find unless it wanted to be found. Gnarled roots twisted like sleeping serpents, its bark smooth and silvery, as if moonlight had been poured over it. It was said to hum softly if...

(As I was writing the part where the girl was talking about how the tree is supposed to make you feel special, I realized that the Lord does this too in a way when you pray. You come to him with things that you may think are not as important, but he still listens to them. You can come to the Lord with anything, even if you might not think of it as “important”❤️)

The tree was tall and narrow. I’v...

There was just something about her. She exuded this sort of radiance and had such a warm aura that even the grumpiest of people would enjoy having a little chat with her. Everyone in town loved her, she was always there to lend a helping hand and would go out of her way to make sure you were taken care of. She had beautiful and soft features, but you wouldn’t think she was out of place when she...

Walk along the ridges of the mountain

Never look down

Keep pace with the antelopes

And follow the curves of the valley

Dip your toes in the river

And catch a firefly

Tumble down the hill

And step through the garden

And finally,

The wishing tree

The firefly instantly calms down

Settling on your palm

And you make the wish

In front of the glistening willow

Firefly’s dance around it

A vision...

The leaves crunch under our feet, grass squishing towards the mud as we travel to our favorite spot, the Wishing Tree. We hang out there whenever our emotions get fed up with staying inside our head. We visit often with how much chaos erupts in the city. The stench is unbearable to a point where other flee as well. The animals produce while we wait, rest, until our patience is fed up. After travel...

It was a calm afternoon. Chiara's parents were busy cooking dinner, not knowing about her mission. The 9-year-old discreetly snuck out of the front door, through the garden, and into the forest facing their house. Thankfully, she wasn't alone. Chiara had taken her best friend. A big, furry stuffed bunny with a blue bow around its neck that read: Bunbun.

They followed a secret path only Chiara kne...

Two friends, something more, nothing less, visited the Wishing Tree. One stared long and hard at the thick branches and leaves, and the other stared at her. The first friend closed her eyes and put her hands up to her mouth in a praying motion.

"What are you doing?" He asked, laughing a little at how intense she seemed.

"Wishing." She looked through him.

"Well, what are you wishing for?" His to...

Line-dried laundry and the purple flowers that used to grow in the window boxes of his preschool, the warm and bright fragrance swirled around Dickens. They had been driving for hours. In silence.

Inhaling, Dickens leaned his head out of the passenger side window. He glanced over at Kennedy. The seasoned tracker had a death grip on her steering wheel. The page fought back the urge to ask Kenned...