Writing Prompt

Come here little one

Come to bed, and I will tell you a story

A story grandma?

Yes a story I was told long ago.

Now, have I ever told you the story of the soul dust in the stars?

No grandma.

Well here is a story

A story it is…

Have you ever wondered

Of the lights among the sky?

The pieces of sun

That light your way?

Have you ever thought

How lonely the moon must be?

To hang there in the dark...

They say the humans were real once.

Before the rivers ran backward. Before the forests stood still in mourning. Before we knew silence as a sky-born curse. When I was a young sapling, just roots and questions, my elder told me stories of them.

The Hollow Men, they called them. Bones on the outside. Warm-blooded but war-born. Soft. Short-lived. Dangerous in ways even thunder couldn’t replicate.

W...

“Race you to the Big Oak!” Called out Talon, one of hawk hybrid, as he started running towards the the tree.

“No fair, you got a head start!” Called back Chase, one of the tiger hybrids.

Chase ran towards Talon, he loved the wind hitting his face. His legs rang with intention. Despite Talon’s head start, Chase was still able to pass. Chase winked and smiled a he passed his bird hybrid fri...

She knew she would get scolded if anyone spotted her so close to the surface, where the light made everything appear turquoise. It was surprisingly cooler up here , nearer to the windy surface. The sunrays appeared more golden as she came to a stop right underneath the ceiling of water, the air just above it.

Once the air hit her mud-coloured skin, she rolled around and pushed up using her tail, ...

In the moss-veiled glades of the Elderwood, where the sunlight shimmered through ancient branches like golden mist, the young fawn Ayel skipped beside her grandmother, nose twitching at the scent of clover and cedar.

"Tell me again," Ayel pleaded, eyes wide, "about the Humanfolk."

Her grandmother, a gnarled doe with bark-colored fur and eyes deep as tree hollows, chuckled softly. “You always ask...

“Give me your hand child.”

Wide eyes look up at the… Thing. It has two legs, only two. And… Are those ears? But they’re in the wrong place… And is that monstrosity a nose?

Oh.

It is a human.

Oh....

You did always believe that you were special.

I remember one night you lay awake, staring wide-eyed up at the starry sky, reaching toward it with an outstretched hand. I watched as your lips moved, capturing each bright object and putting it into the little box you crafted out of sticks and paper. You then sealed up the box forever.

Always talking, never ceasing to think, you'd run open-armed in...

He purses his full lips, and holding the leveled book near, blows. 

You watch the fine limestone dust disperse in trails of smoke-like powder that dance in the flickering candlelight. It trails down to the old wooden table, and you see it collect on the thumbs of his white archival gloves as the field lead places the book down gently. 

The cover, you notice, has once been meticulously crafted. I...

Standing before the altar deep within the jungle, Jara gazed upon the statues adorning the small hill. _He_ bowed before them, thinking of himself as one of the Gods. He began chanting the sacred words, “Oh ye faithful, joyful, and triumphant,” repeatedly. These were the sacred words of the Gods known as Humans.

There were many of them. One was a man wearing a hat and carrying brightly colored to...

Humans

Are the myths

Not the Smiths

But the actual people that are fictitious

The real beings are different

And are not human

But are illusions

Of the same...