Writing Prompt

Anya stared in shock at the young girl. River, an assassin. A girl Anya’s age. Sent out to kill her, the princess, only to defy orders because the princess was her twin sister.

The only thing she could whisper was: “How?”

“I don’t know.” River looked down. “All I know is that I was raised my whole life by the society of spies and assassins for the other side of the war. I only learned of my pare...

Anya yawned and stretched. Another day in the middle of a war, another boring day as the princess.

She swung her legs out of her huge canopy bed. A maid rushed over to tend to her needs. “Do you wish for anything?”

“Yes. A glass of water, if you please.”

As the maid rushed off to grab the water, leaving Anya to get dressed, Anya hopped out of bed and wandered over to her closet door. Opening it...

Matt scanned the misty, Irish seascape, his mood getting darker with every second. Where was that assasin? His boss should have known better than to hire HER. This was real life war, and she was just a mere child. Ok, she was thirteen. But still.

Finally, a figure appeared, jogging towards him with impeccable ease. At last! Glaring at the ninja-clad figure, named River, that trotted up to a sto...

“Zoe get up we have a mission in 10 minutes!” Valerie my PIC (partner in crime.) Says as she shakes me awake.

Hearing that I bolt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to get in my assassin suit on and put my hair in a French braid, and then do all the basic hygine.

Unlike other people me,Valerie, and the whole UCAA (under cover assassin agency) likes to kill.

The THRILL,THE SESPENSE, AND THE...

Pierre apprend que son frère Jean a violé Emmanuelle, sa fille de quinze ans qu’il adore. Le crime s’est produit quatre ans plus tôt, et entre temps Jean s’est établi aux États-Unis, à Memphis, dans une superbe maison georgienne située à quelques kilomètres de la résidence du défunt Elvis Presley. Mais peu importe la distance qu’il devra franchir, Pierre sait qu’il devra tuer son frère et il comme...

Most like me keep to the shadows. But, that would be typical. Expected. I find that the element of surprise is far more useful when you’re not sulking in a corner like a common criminal. Why blend in when you were born to stand out? I wear my orange (though never a jumpsuit) with pride, and accesorize with an accent of red. A tasty snack. You’ll be itching to know me. I can promise you that much.

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Carolyn ran wildly through the fields behind her grandparents house. It had been a horrible day today. Social Media was lit up with false accusations and doctored photos. Who could hate her that much? She collapsed against a huge weeping willow tree. She was panting hard, trying to see through her tears that soaked her face and blurred her vision.

How had this become her life in one short day?

D...

I finally worked my way to the top. My years of training have paid off. I’ve studied the ways the masters taught, using them as necessary to dole out justice. No one knows who I am, but that’s the beauty of it. My fame is in being unknown. My might is unparalleled in my circle, and I exude confidence in every tactic I use. Whoever decides to cross me will lose everything. I am an anonymous assassi...

“Carly, we have a job for you.” Mike whispered over the phone. “Ugh, what is it now?” I sigh. “I’ll send you a file.” “Can I bring the crew?” “Honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary!” “Wyatt’s my husband, and Naomi’s my best friend. They’re coming along or you’ll have to find someone else.” “Fine, if you insist.” “I do.” I hang up on him and call Naomi. “We got a job!” “I’ll get paid, right?” “Cou...

I saw her out of the corner of my eye. Dressed in black hiding behind a car, then a wall then she was right behind me. Holding a knife, “any last words?” She hissed at me. I closed my eyes and prepared for the next step of my plan. Hunting....