Writing Prompt

We both sit on the sofa with his friends.

They are all being so loud.

L O U D

I inhale and exhale deeply.

Ayan is laughing with a bunch of people I don’t know.

Time is moving so slow.

I just want to go home.

S L O W

"You okay?" Ayan mutters and squeezes my knee gently.

I don’t answer. I lean my head against his shoulder. He leans back on the sofa and wraps his arm around ...

Xavier, a towering figure with the physique of a seasoned bodybuilder, strolled through the bustling streets of town, glancing down at his watch as he meandered among the vibrant storefronts. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow that danced off the glass windows, and as he shopped alongside his close friends, he couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping through his fingers far...

In a narrow alley of Lisbon, where the cobblestones gleamed like wet fish scales after the rain, stood a forgotten library. Its sign had long since lost its paint, and ivy crept up the façade, threading through the stonework like green veins. The locals hurried past, sparing it only glances of vague familiarity — as if it had always been there, though none could remember when it had been built.

I...

“Honestly, Kev.” Started Phoenix, batting the pen floating above her head. “I don’t see why you can’t just start your own business or something.”

Kev groaned from the couch he was draped over. A magazine, three pens, two pencils, and $4.27 in change floated around him. “Doing what? Making coins float?” He asked, sitting up. “I can barely control it half the time.”

Phoenix stood and started pluck...

It was a normal day in Manhattan, Cars Driving On the road Children laughing, as they ran Across the sidewalk with ice cream in hand. As the day went on a I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, "Never have I been this bored" I said, my name is Jordyn Elles a girl trapped in her room currently, Boring. I wish I could just go outside for once. "Knock knock" "Come in" I said with an annoyed groan...

Life, existence, all that there is

Simple, safe, and boring

Complaicent days that drift away

Morning after morning

A monotonous cycle that never breaks

Competitions with the lowest stakes

A slur of words with their meanings never landing

And memories drifting, nonwithstanding

Nothing notable, unique or strange

Until that day, that single change

The day when she came into my life

Unt...

_“Better, better, now let’s try this again,” Ada says, grabbing Wink’s wrists and gently putting them back in position._

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_“I don’t get the point of this,” Wink whines, shoulders slumped, “Fists are your thing, Ada. I have this.”_

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_Wink twirls her fingers, swirling teal-colored smoke around them. She manipulates them into figures, dancing and spinning through the air until they disappear._

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Writing Prompt: June 8 - "Write a short story in the 'magical realism' genre."

"That's it, that's the last straw" Melanie thought to herself. "Thank God. I don't think I could put together one more of these Pinterest-inspired cocktail glasses with their organic, paper, lasts-for-two-seconds straws."

"I know it's rough, dear. Just hold it together a bit longer. You've almost made the cut." Thelma...

I really love college now the issue is with so much of campus being forested area, many of the students are prone to walk into fae traps. It’s much less likely to see them in the open. My partner and I were walking along the lake one day, a day too cold to really be walking but I insisted on driving him back to his apartment and we had to walk to get to the car either way. The light layer of snow ...

My mom died when I was at the start of adult life, she had just gotten divorced and I had just recently got ingaged. My heart broke in two, how do I go on without my mother, my best friend!

I wanted her to be their when I got married to stand by my side when I gave birth! So many thoughts ran through my head, we had plans to celebrate my 21st birthday together, to travel, she never left the state ...