Writing Prompt

“Happy birthday, Nyx”

Her great uncle Joe Nyx hated him Why? He spilled all her secrets He stole her phone multiple times He always took her stuff He was disrespectful towards her

Joe threw a box Wrapped with Christmas wrapping paper

Nyx caught it Opened it

All the stuff he took Her phone Her shoes Her hats Her watches Her necklaces Her pencils Her homework Her candy Her balloons Her charge...

The day has been mostly uneventful. Birthdays as a kid used to be cake-filled days of fun, but as I’ve gotten older, they are now more small-scale hanging with friends and family. I sit in my living room, just as my friends leave after our excursion, and stalk the person making their way up my driveway. Blahblahblahblah. I dont know where I’m going with this lalalalalalalala...

Nearly three hours ago, I met him. His cold eyes stared blankly into the distance. He didn't notice me yet; his mind was preoccupied with the downtown streets one hundred feet below. I could sense his longing, his desire to finally start living, though there was little I could do. I walked over to the edge of the roof, the wind nudging me forward, encouraging me to help. I was scared—terrified of ...

Coming down my letterbox, a shiver down my spine I rush outside to find the streets deserted. A humble knock is all it takes for me to look inside, And I see a small envelope inserted.

I gently take it out, and rest it on the stove, I singe it with a flame and it opens. A postcard is at view, with small letters backside, My luck is getting better, I hopens.

"Dear who it may concern, a story is t...

What he brought her was sweet stems of honeysuckle and thorny roses wrapped partially in a wide satin ribbon. It was so out of the blue.

She’d just come from the shower, her hair all turbaned up, a thick terry robe wrapped around her body when she heard the doorbell ring. No one good rings the doorbell at 7 a.m. Her chest clinched. Who? Wha?.

She cracked open the front door—as far as the secu...

**_Keely looked at the note and wondered who it could be from. She had once been very wealthy and had been generous and kind to many with less, but she could not put her finger on who it could be. Life had been hard after her divorce. As her life and money began to fade, she held her head high to make her way through the rubble and forge a new path. She had used her life’s savings to take care of ...

My seventeenth birthday is today. I know it's going to be a huge affair, being the only daughter of the queen, and becoming an adult is a big deal. I step out of my bed, stretching while looking at the view. I loved that view so much, it was of the teal ocean, the palm trees, and the sand. "Happy birthday Augustina!!" My ladies in waiting all ran into my room, each hugging me. "Thank you all so ...

Baron Cumberlyn was perched upon the high-backed chair he sat in at every moment from once he seized it to the very day in which he stared upon fresh feast set in front of him. There were meats, breads, pastries, pies, and more to the content of any man’s heart. He had stacked his plate heavily with a bit of everything there could be adorning the table.

All the while his council sat abound, o...

Wrapped in a golden ribbon, Della furrowed her brow, questioning who could’ve sent her this gift. Hastily, yet gentle, Della opened the gift. A blue velvet gown of soft beauty and elegance met her eyes, evoking surprise and a stir of questions. Who sent this fine gown? And what is that letter sticking from the corner. The letter was written in fine script:

_Dear Della Rosette, _ __ _Please m...

“Brave of you to send a letter,” I muttered as I tore open the envelope. But I couldn’t help the curiosity that had sparked.

Dear Queen Reyna,

I know you don’t want to hear from me. But if you’re reading this letter it means you didn’t tear it into peices when you saw it. From our time spent together I know that you probably didn’t find that funny. I would apologize but we both know you don’t wa...