Writing Prompt

A place where man doesn’t belong. This place is known as No Man’s Land, it is a land where people either brave or foolish enough cross into. This area, once a fertile paradise, now overrun by a plague, a malice, chaotic entities known as…Reapers. The land was littered with glistening lakes and river that glowed like fire under the blazing sun, and now those same rivers and lakes are dried ...

From the dark recesses of their star system, blanketed in the blood red glow of their mother star, the Reptilian home world of Skalg appears like a yellow diamond glinted with pale blue rings of ice. A geologically inert planet whose vast iron-silicate core ended its magnetic whir during the last expansion of their already hyper-inflated red giant star, Benex Prime (Gliese 674), Skalg is a “Class ...

I’d love to have a date

A date in the beach

Not a crowdy date

Or a crowdy day

Just with my LOVE

I mean JESUS

A quiet and peaceful date

With the sunset and a cool breeze from the beach

A desolate heart seeking only JESUS

Heart full of questions.

Heart full of so many “Whys”

But I’d love to look beyond that

And just enjoy my date

To have my heart restored

To trust again

To be at peac...

The ashen sky was falling, this is our acid rain, the poisonous remnants of glory bored by those who came before us.

Generations who when alive had an Earth they could call home, the offspring of the ones whose industrialisation of the fragile planet left it baron and inhospitable.

We’d inherited a world of darkness, the ever growing clouds of smog and decay, denying us the birthright of sunligh...

The cold breeze sent a shiver up her spine. There was something eerie about this desolate place, yet also familiar. The moon mutely reflected off the stone that was jutting out of the desert sand and allowed her to see without a torch once her eyes had adjusted. Everything was tinged red as if a thousand battles had been fought in this very place and the sand and stone and shrubbery soaked up e...

Staring out across the cold empty fields. As the moon shined bright it illuminated a few scraggly bushes further down in the landscape. The air was dry and cold. Thinking of crossing such a barren wasteland was unsettling in itself. The thought of making it across and surviving seemed pessimistic at best. There was something cinematic about the chill in both the air, and paralyzing fears of what c...

Paloma stood at the window as she waited in the small study, the lacklustre lace curtains hanging limply either side as condensation fogged the glass before her. She watched a gaslight flicker in the street like a dying star, casting an amber glow across the slick, wet cobblestones. The branch of a birch tree tapped

against the glass pane like a crone’s bony finger, the only shred of nature that w...

Standing on the sand, staring out into the cold North Sea, wind whipping around him. John pulled up his scarf and adjusted his hat. 

The beach was deserted, unsurprisingly for an early morning in February. The sea lapping at the frozen sand. Everything looked grey, the sea, the sand, the sky. The only thing to be seen for miles and mile, a row of wind turbines and a couple of container ships out o...

The air was laced with a stinging cold he could feel burn in the chambers of his lungs. Lost and lonely, he dragged himself through the knee-deep swamp of snow. He had no sense of direction as he trudged on—there were no destinations to reach there, in that frostbitten desert—but going forward was better than going nowhere.

Infinite miles stretched identically every way he turned in a way that ...

The buildings that once stood as high as the clouds now lie on the ground, burned and broken. The houses built in the city were very scattered now, and if one happened to be mostly intact, it was either abandoned or being used as a monster’s hideout. If it was the latter, there would be skeletons piled up outside, all flesh ripped from their bones. Other bones were scattered around the city by the...