Writing Prompt

To whomever’s chick-fil-a salad

Was placed in my bag

With chicken and strawberries

I’m sorry I unintentionally stole your dinner

If you had to eat

Pickles on bread for dinner

I’m sorry

I tried not to eat it in respect

But I got hangry

And ate it at midnight...

“How dare you! I can’t believe you would go and say something so absurd!”

“Absurd? Absurd?! You’re seriously calling me absurd right now? You’re the one going on a rampage like a toddler pitching a fit.”

“Ohhhh wow so original, calling ME the child here- you’re no different!”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m calling you, and I’ll keep reminding you until you’re ready to have an adult conversation....

His eye struck me with simmering rage.

“Delia, why?” He uttered, his voice stern.

Theo knew then, he knew that I put myself in a dangerous situation, one that could’ve killed me.

“I cannot wait for more people to die to take action, Theo,” I explained. “I will fight for our kingdom’s peace.”

“Delia, you barely know how to fight! How will that be any help to anyone?” He said, furious.

He caugh...

when I see him I turn to mush, molten lava, a melted blob. he makes me weak, he makes my tummy feel funny and my hands tingle. I can imagine him hurting the people that have hurt me. I can imagine him getting furious when I don’t take care of myself. I can imagine him holding my hand and keeping the hair out of my face whenever I just need a good, long, cry. I can imagine him helping me through wh...

His presence always stirs something furious in the eyes of others, his softspoken words sung into various ears, slithering pleasant ideas into other’s minds, but never with me.

When others’ hearts previously closed had quickly turned molten underneath his warm gaze, he just simply could never find a way to wriggle into brain, nor heart.

A steel wall, a impenetrable fortress, a crisis he just could...

His molten stare cuts me from across the table.

I try to stray my eyes away,

But he does not stop.

“Greta, what do you do with your life?” His taunting voice asks.

I get nervous.

“I read” I pause and think, “and bake, and—“ I cut myself off, feeling the crisis creeping up.

I have nothing to say to him.

I search and search for words, but can find none.

“That’s all you do?” He snarks.

“I- ye...

Sheathed in a cloak of mystery, untouchable to those around him is Ephai Vitalis. His ascent to power within the cut throat underground of Ember Shade at a young age was enough to set him apart from the other thugs and wanna-be thieves that attempted to make their way up ranks in the vast underbelly of the tyrannical empire. There was no clear name for the operation he took over, but Ephai made su...

When Gim gets scared, his skin molts into poisonous oil as a defense to burn everything that’s in contact.

This makes things hard for Gim, living in a big city and all, of course.

So Gim makes sure to avoid the alley ways, avoid crossing the busy “honk” sound filled streets, and even avoids walking by benches because those have pigeons (and we all know that pigeons aren’t real; they’re just a m...

(A small character profile on Nova from my series of Trust stories. Can be read separately though.)

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Nova grew up in crisis. With her sister being a witch in a witch-hating world, she has never known peace.

She tries to be optimistic for Haze, but underneath, she is furious. Anger fuels every step, every action.

Haze is beautiful, inside and out. Nova thinks that if you literally cut into H...

My fury creeps

like scorching lava

No firey explosion

just steady flow

Of white hot pain

hardening into rock

In molten submission

oozing quiet and slow

A volcano is power but

I’m the chill one so

Even in crisis

my rage doesn’t show

Rocks are made by

cooling down so

If I’m mad I’m often ...