Writing Prompt

Thirkilien Emonkga is not yet born. He is in the belly of his mother who is being hunted because she bears the seed of Kros Emonkga who is in prison and faces eminent death for his speech against the western business moguls who seek to enrich the cover of their energy business with the enormous mineral wealth of his country Eurokea. Kros has the background of an educator and was elected as a repre...

The skill of staying invisible but there is always an backfire of being invisible. You become suspicious to others that feel invisible their selves, technically we are all hiding something. The ones that got pushed into lockers in school. The ones that felt like their work has been stolen and claimed by a selfish bastard that couldnt even accomplish it him self. _Wear black the echo of my mind say...

Every four years, two gangs of wolves would meet under a full moon to celebrate “The Mustering” Hunters and Hikers called it this because the journey the wolves would take was grueling, excruciating.

But year after year, the two packs would meet anyway. The only pack in recorded history to do so.

Recently however, they didn’t. People around the world wondered why, so a silent panic settled int...

Blood bubbles through my skin, cascading waterfalls at the sudden prick. The tiny needle laying inches away, hiding its devious intention. The pain of the prick soon faded, numbness overtaking in favor. They were all over, ensuring the scars run along my feeble hands. I've been over this, days, weeks. Thread, knot, weave, sew, stitch, cut. Thread, knot, weave, sew, stitch, cut. Thread, knot, weave...

Eat with my feet That’s impossible By my hands don’t work My nerves are damaged So I first need to learn how to bend And become flexible Why not I can do it Life isn’t over...

Chapter 1 — The River’s Ledger

I woke to the sound of water screaming.

Not voices—metal. The feeder pipe over my pallet shrieked as pressure dove, a knife-thin whistle that cut through my good ear. The bad one filled with ocean and throbbed. Boots hit concrete. A pail went over. Someone coughed up a slice of black lung and swore at the taste of last winter.

Name’s Ash Mercer. Twenty-t...

Sun beat down in the clump of trees somewhere. Oaks weathered with age had Ralph cooling there. Squirrels skittered through the branches frantic. Sun stretched out as the moon stood romantic. Hands ecrued calloused as he huddled hushed In the hut he hewed from limbs as door shushed....

“Now turn to the left, hip out,” Haley said.

“Query: how many degrees which quadrant verso—“

“Stop Lem stop. You’re missing the point. You’re learning how to pass as a human girl. Remember what we talked about. You have to be confident but not pushy. Attractive, independent, and friendly. You need to do makeup and clothes that compliment your figure….”

Haley’s voice trailed off. The dressing ...

“A nail gun is my preference” said Dova as she led me around the room “in fact, no matter what circumstance you are in, a nail gun will never fail you, especially if you know how to aim it. “a nail gun it is.” I shrugged, not entirely sure why. Maybe I should have picked something more traditional, when it came down to life or death, but I had learned to trust Dova. And after my staff was destroye...

He sat in the brush with a gaping wound, pecked into him by one of the birds.

Nothing had been the same since the birds had turned on his town. They were trained as killers and they’d gone straight to his heart. He had nothing on him aside from the clothes he was wearing when he fled in his car.

He controlled his breathing so as not to make noise and draw attention to himself, and he held his c...