Writing Prompt

"Guys! Guys! I've got it!" Oliver nearly busted the door of the apartment down.

"Someone forgot to take their meds." Myah retorted.

"No, listen! I just found the ideal topic that'll solve this whole problem!"

"If you suggest Roswell one more FREAKING TIME, I'm going to dropkick you out that window and no jury in the world would convict me of murder!" Terry snapped the pencil he was using and po...

My family is currently looking at me like I’m some unidentified specimen.

  “So.. You’re telling us that you’ve already found someone?” my mum asks.

  “Yep,” I nod.

  “And she’s real?” my older brother, Jubair, asks which earns smack to the head by my oldest sister, Jamila.

  “Yep.”

  “And she’s Bangla?”

  “No, she’s white.”

  “What!?” my mum and dad shouts.

  “Relax,” I laugh. “Yeah, she’s Bengal...

The leaves trembled. The wind stopped.

Ameera clenched her fists into the dirt.

“Any last words, General?” Sylon said, the tip of his sword now grazing the back of her hijab.

Ameera glanced at her spear across her. Its shine receded. She watched as the life slowly drained out of it. Her control was gone.

“Every day.” She muttered. Her armor now weighed more than before “Every. Single. Da...

"General Xyzen was a fool to_ _choose you as his heir!" Lieutenant Sylon spat.

Ameera relaxed her jaw she hadn’t realized she’d been clenching. Her grip around her spear tightened. The old elf was one sentence away from the jab of her spear.

"I’m afraid you’re not fit to speak his name, Lieutenant." She replied, her voice even. Controlled.

“The Council of Elven Elders may call you _Gene...

(If you have problems with LGBTQ+ people don't read this story. The H-word is mentioned but not in a cursing way.)

I walk down the red carpet surrounded by shiny gold walls. To mortal mind it may sound crazy, but she was getting tired of the gold. Every room in the castle besides hers was gold. But since it was her fathers symbolizing color it had to stay that way. Since I was a kid I wanted to g...

"You are adopted."

I stare. "What!" My older brother looks me right in the eyes and repeats,

"You are adopted."

I take a deep breath. My body begins to shake. Shiver.

"I know this is hard," he says, "but it's the truth."

It hurts. My face is red. Anger, sadness, pain. A blend of emotions that I never truly felt to such an extent before. Everything, a lie.

"You're wrong."

"I'm not."

"But you ha...

Name: Elias “Eli” Mercer

Age: 32

Background: Raised in a secluded, tight-knit community with strict traditions and a deep distrust of the outside world. His parents, respected elders, taught him that their way of life was the only true path and that the rest of the world was dangerous and corrupt.

Belief (False Information): Eli firmly believes that the world beyond his community is uninhabitable...

Absolutely

Completely

It’s the truth

No clue

Yes I know

You gotta go

I’m not wrong

Not my song

You are lying

Don’t start crying

Live in the light

Don’t start a fight...

The arrow shoots from my hand, whistling pass my cheek and pass the reverberating wooden bow. It wobbles in the air, twisting as it strikes true. It buries deep in flesh, a gurgling cry of blood the last sound to leave the lips of the tyrant king. His body crumbles, I see his eyes dull before he is surrounded by his advisers, and nobles. I smile, knowing my job is done. I do not flee, like his cow...

Mavis and Teana sat on opposite ends of the sofa in awkward silence. Sipping her jasmine tea, Teana stole a glance up at her mother-in-law’s face. Trent looked so much like his mother when he was disappointed that Teana’s hand shook. Tea splashed Teana’s leg. She yelped and spilled the entire cup on the floor. Leg scalded, Teana hurried to the kitchen.

Soaking cold water onto a cloth, Teana place...