Writing Prompt

Former Sergeant First Class Renya Perez stood near the edge where the shelter met the sands of Ghalaran. She didn’t consider herself the sergeant who landed here so many years ago. The sands had smoothed it away as they had the decals of the three ships that crashed here with her. The sun bleached away all but the stoic metal. Reyna could smell rust in the air, and knew this would mean the rainy s...

(Warning! Mentions of blood and war)

A vast ten years passed since Austin was in the company of mortals and men.

Sith the Misery of Planet 0, not a breath of human life was inhaled. The tedious five year war, renowned as The Cleansing, expunged the dominant planets of their custodians. The Legion of The Blade descended upon these terrains to expand their empire, cleaving the people they deemed...

in between his legs he speaks “Liam wait should we do this your parents are home” I sigh pushing off of him “Fine do whatever I need to get something” I say coldly before leaving the room leaving him alone

(Samuel pov) I feel glad he stopped if I was honest I hated this now 3 months ago it felt nice and good to get it off my chest but now I Hated it so much the feeling of he’s hands on my skin...

An arrow flashed by and rattled through the underbrush, narrowly missing a hare and startling it. It bolted off through the snow and disappeared safely from Joseph’s view. He cursed his aim as he walked off to search for his arrow. Ammunition was precious or here, and he could little afford to throw away arrows for nothing. After looking for a few minutes, he recovered his black-feathered arrow an...

With a swift movement of her hand she rubbed away some sand on her cheek, that had started to itch her. She wasn‘t to thorough, as sand got everywhere out here. She‘d been out to collect animals from her traps and set them up again. It was a good day. She had two rabbits and another sort of small rodent. She didn‘t care about what it exactly was. She knew it had quite some meat on it and how to pr...

I’ve never been a fan of people. That goes for everyone, that’s why I moved. People are unpredictable.

Weathers aren’t. You have psychologists for people. Not meteorologists and forecasts the way you do for the weather cycle. Today, it’ll rain hard until maybe 10 pm.

It’s always theories as to why people do things. But I have company. I haven’t talked to anyone in years.

I think I’ll be okay...

I’m the woman inside the hourglass

Shoveling sand down the drain

No one notices me inside

Laboring, slaving away

It gets warm within these walls

Giant fingers tap the glass

Claustrophobia surrounds me

As my heart races too fast

Every grain is meticulous

Each a millionth of a second

They slip from my grasp in turn

To the funnel they are beckoned

My captivity’s controller

Much crueler than he see...

Sand. Two thousand four hundred and seventy eight cycles. That was the last time rain graced the dunes of Cephtalium. Sand. It was a sudden deluge, a violent torrent that took the lives of a few hundred inhabitants of our underground city before the engineers were able to seal off the upper level. There was little mourning for the deceased since the upper level belonged to the poor, criminal, and ...

Hi, I am gonna introduce to a life similar to mine.

_A small kid named Alen had a different thought of ideal from his childhood he always thought of being alone and keeping an identity to himself and enjoying a lot. But it was a hard dream to achieve but he never gave up but soon he loved a girl. He loved her so much that he would almost forget his dream. Now he thought in a different he tho...

I didn’t know what to think about this place. It was lonely and dreadful, kind of like how I felt right now.

But so was home. This desert had kept me safe for more years than I have fingers for. I will forever be thankful for her safety.

But this abandoned place had a different feeling. It was a feeling of uncertainty. And that wasn’t a feeling I wanted to feel.

So as quickly and as quiet as I ha...