Writing Prompt

Scraping, scratching, scrounging, the aged man searched for something as he moved slowly along and kept digging around as a squirrel searches for its hidden acorns. His movements became continually more frantic as he kept going, not finding whatever it was which he searched. “It’s got to be here,” I could hear him mutter to himself as his panic grew. The locker for which he searched was not there...

The soaring sky darkens at my presence as it always had. Science would never be able to explain it, because it wasn't. In the appearance of human life, the floating island seems to dim, as though the very protection of it depended on the dusking sky. The thought of it bewildered me at first, but the sight of it over time made me despise it. It was hiding it. I just know it. This island was hiding ...

Beyond the mountains, the cliffs, on the beach side stands a man. A man with hair like snow, a beard reaching his toes, ragged, tangled. He stood still staring out into the sea. Not looking, not even observing.

A man stands still staring out into the sunset but stuck inside his head, searching for an answer only he can discover. An answer made for him, an answer to a question he need only ask hi...

A lone, aged man wanders across the wild land, searching. Always searching. Before he lost everything and after he lost everything and during losing everything - he searched. The inkling sat with him since he was a child, looking into his mother’s boudoir mirror.

Now, the sand drags against his near-numb feet, the wind whips his unkempt hair, and his tongue flicks over his dry, cracking lips. Th...

I am in a wild land So, so far away From where I was On some search to find something important

Something greater than fame Greater than money Greater than having any treasure Greater than any of that

That something being company Company that makes you feel whole That makes you feel satisfied That makes you feel true joy

I don’t care how long it takes How much I have to go through Regardless ...

He began hiding under the thicket, just as his creature would have if it knew it was being stalked. The creature, an invention known only by the creator himself, of whom waited in the thicket, moved in a zigzag pattern to confuse predators. The man had taught its creature well, as the print in the sand that appeared half parts tentacle and giant caterpillar flowed through the ground with indisting...

It had been years since he'd seen her. After the two Stetrin siblings had had their quarrel, they'd gone their separate ways, vowing never to meet again. But now Adam was ready to find his sister.

Kallie had been furious, and had vanished into thin air. Adam knew this was not going to be easy, her magic had always been stronger than his. If she didn't want him to find her, it was going to be ne...

I saught out the phantom touch of love that was once there To reach and to beg Love was my old self, the young version of me , the one I took for granted, now I have lost everything, including myself. I have lost my youth, my worth, my place on this earth. I’m nothing but a root in the ground. I’m searching for someone I could’ve been if not for the fear of being outcast. I reach out to life. I ...

Nearly fifteen years ago, Greg lost his wife and daughter due to a house fire. Pamela and Susie perished on the eve of Greg’s 29th birthday. Pamela and Greg had been married for two years at that point. Their love language was puzzles. Any puzzle, they'd work it. Solving a problem right beside each other was their thing. Pamela traveled to Nebraska with her church choir a week before Greg's birthd...