Writing Prompt

Above:

The city is like a miny metropolis, founded by an esteemed pirate captain. Skyscrapers reaching up higher then anything, barely touching the glass dome protecting the city from outside elements. Apartments scattered throughout the city, a peer to welcome tourists and visitors, shops stacked on each other every few blocks. This isn't a very big city, but it's home to many

Below:

Glass tun...

An island as large as Brazil atop the water, floating gently about. It is not affected by storms nor waves. It is as if it is a country like the ones you and I walk upon. It’s buildings are stout and wide and if it’s close enough to you, you can see people walking about. One time the city had found it’s way to our beach. The adults boarded it off so no one could reach there. I wormed my way throug...

City of water, city of glass,

This dumb city can kiss my ass,

This city was once so grand,

But things did not go as planned,

Built upon pillars of coral pink,

This city is now doomed to sink,

Buildings of glass used to shine,

But now they are coloured wine,

Fountains used to flow and flow,

But now they just glow and glow,

People used to go boating,

Hey wait! Is that fish floating?

Pools of water, ...

For centuries the people of this city have caught fish from the sea, eaten it for their dinner.

For centuries they’ve sailed its roads, passed by neighbours with their oars in hand.

They drank from the heart of their city, and used it to boil their broth.

Used the weeds below to sew their clothes.

They don’t just live on the water, the water lives in them.

But when water is your life sour...

It was the gathering time. In ThisPlace, there was a time for everything. Times to eat, times to work, times to sleep, and now was the time to gather and share information. They all adhered to the schedule because planning is life. To keep their island going each person had to do their share, each person an important part of the clockwork. Even the babies, the few there were, were all born at the ...

The city is sinking

Deep beneath the earth

There lies a place

Full of empty space

Like the void in my heart

You tore apart

While we float above it

I can’t breathe

Here or below

But I can’t leave

Even though I need to be let go

The water is swallowing us whole

As We’re drowning in sorrow

This is our own fault

I look in the mirror

And find a ghost staring back at me

This is now normal

But the last...

You can say I basically live in the great

lost city called Atlantis… well except it’s less great and not emerged in the ocean.

It’s well more like a stinking city that magically floats on water. To be honest comparing this place I live to the underworld would be so much more accurate than freaking Atlant—

“SUNNY!!! Stop writing in that DAMN

NOTEBOOK. Go help your father catch fish if you wanna e...

Many of the Pa’li have never set foot on solid land. And yet they have seen more of the world than almost any land dweller. Their city atop the waves never stops moving. It consists of many enormous bipyramids made from an alloy - the bottom pyramids, called the lii, extend down beneath the waves, while the top halves, the paa, tower into the sky, the widest part keeping the shape upright and stab...

Beyond the sea, there stands a monument to Neptune, lord of the deep, the glorious City of Nereia. Carved out of marble and pearls, Nereia was one of the most prosperous places ever. Dryads are beings that resemble a mixture of mortals and sea creatures. They are the city's residents and come in all shapes and sizes, from sharks to eels and anything in between. Standard features include tails, web...

They called it “The Island.” It was a utopia designed to combine those who could wield water and those whose magic rested in the earth.

Stilted houses stood on clay supports, decorated in a minimalistic fashion. The buildings were constructed with simple materials such as wood and clay.

Water users could walk on the water, but hundreds of boats lined the street corners for everyone else.

The sa...