Writing Prompt

The epic battle

Left the ground uneven

While everyone is lost in grief...

I’m aware my writing in the application was uneven. By that, I mean it was formal 15% of the time, and the other 85%, it was just… me. I thought it was an epic, honest, and “raw” way to tell my story, voice my opinion-

I guess it wasn’t good enough. I’m not good enough- huh? It was a school thing, anyways, and of course, schools degrade people. Specifically those who aren’t white and of the male...

i am

lost

in my own

heart

an uneven

path

greets

me

at every

turn

the path

splits

do i

wear

red or

blue?

him

or her

for

me?

do i

really

love

her?

epic questions

with

terrible

answers

i

am

lost in

my heart

save me

from the

monster

the lurks within

it draws blood

from my

very

soul

it thumps

against

my rib

cage

it

wants out

of

here

and

so

do

i...

He had been wandering aimlessly on the uneven, carnage-filled battlefield following the epic fray, where all was lost....

The epic expansion of the unknown is before me. It’s calling me, that uneven, mysterious darkness, and I feel compelled to obey. But I am still on the land of the living, not yet claimed by Death.

The High Priest is at my side, hand upon my bare shoulder. From the corner of my eye, he turns to face the crowd behind us.

“Now we shall witness,” he says, throwing his hands up to the sky, “the all ...

She walked out of the beach house, leaving her shoes behind. As she made her way toward the sand and water, she noted the uneven earth, beneath her. The house that she exited had been the scene of many epic events, throughout her lifetime, including an elegant dinner party that she and her husband hosted, nights before their elaborately expensive wedding. All that was behind her, now, though. ...

Mary Ann Lawless was having a good day.

Up until, with an epic display a precise footwork, she lost her balance upon the uneven ground.

Mortified and with cheeks red, Marianne pushed up from her sprawl and looked around for any witnesses.

Seeing nun, she got to her feet and continued on her way; satisfied in the knowledge that no one had seen her fall.

It was still a good day....

Sarah walked across the uneven pavement. She was lost and the epic storm brewing just over the hills to the west looked bad. Then, she heard it. The sound of the engine. Panic kicked in and froze her to the spot as the sound grew louder. If she didn’t get moving, the last three days would be for nothing. She ducked behind an abandoned car just as she heard howling. Too late. The hunt was still on....

I stand upon bones and blood

scraps of flesh,

covering some bodies unevenly

and leaving others without any

at all.

I stand upon a hill,

that speaks to me in a language of

bitterness and violence,

a epic that shouldn’t be uttered

to the wind.

I stand upon the lives,

waiting still,

for some release,

clasping

hope tightly.

They will

remain lost,

strewn

among this

wasteland front,

still battlin...

Kristine looked outward upon the stunning landscape that appeared before her. She stood on top of a towering cliff, which offered a splendid view of this goergeous place. The green field below her stretched for miles, until eventually becoming more hilly and uneven around the base of the mountains. The blazing sunlight reflected off the shamrock green grass which was swaying gently in the warm bre...