Writing Prompt

She was a dancer. A star. Everyone loved her. But they didn’t know her. She worked hard to get where she was. Practiced every day. Bought anything to help. She didn’t spend much money on herself. She just spent what she needed to help her get better. No one knew how gard she worked and sacrificed.

At the biggest show she ever had, there were millions of people. Clueless about her, but wanting to...

War. Cordelia had never wanted to be a part of the war. In fact, she avoided it. She made her opinion strongly known. Her older sister, Pearl, even agreed it was too dangerous.

So why, oh why, was she standing here?

A flag featuring the blue and silver of Rosanwe swayed with the wind, flapping restlessly on its pole with five united petals in the center, each a different color. Red for Tierians, g...

The applause mocks me. Mocks the fact I could never tell them all that I didn’t want this.

I stand among my proud mother and stony-faced father, staring in disbeleif and sadness at the audience. They’re cheering. They’re cheering for me. I catch a glimpse of my best friend, who winces at me and slinks back into the crowd. She knows. So does my father. Why me? I don’t deserve this. My mind is ra...

A star is born....

The lights.

The applause.

It all seems like to much.

And everything at the same time.

I stare at the audience and wonder if this is really what I want. I think back to her. I wouldn’t be here without her, but how I wish I was here with her.

When I was offered this opportunity I took it without a single thought. Until now. This was her dream not mine. She was the one to tell me to take my first a...

The lights twinkle and shine down on my face Framing my movement with grace and poise

Every Leap and Piruette Every Pointed toe but not the struggles the pain or the Heartache

My pain nearly preventing me from gliding turning and leaping across the stage

The hard wooden stage supporting my every move

The thick planks tightly screwed together to hold the weight of me and of the world

I start my r...

Amidst the roaring applause,

a silent tear fell,

reflecting the untold story

she could never tell.

Her story was twisted,

and you could never know

just how far that girl

will be able to go.

She played with her heart,

but which side of it controlled?

The smiling and joyful

or the sad and cold?

You heard the strings

play a beautiful symphony,

but did you hear the silence

when she didn’t agree?

...

I watch their twirls

Leaps, jumps

I watch it all

I watch their perfect body’s glide through the air

Their hair gorgeous and silky

Their faces beautiful and smooth

I remember those days

Those days when I was a dancer

When my every move could depict a story

When wrinkles didn’t define my face

And age hadn’t caught me

Making my skin look like worn leather

As they take their final bow

The audince ri...

The crowd was going wild suddenly there was

Amidst the roaring applause, a silent tear fell,reflecting the untold story she could never tell.

When she woke up she was alone in the circus, like nothing had happened yet thinking back to what had happened, she remember doing acrobats and falling off something high. Suddenly a sharp excruciating pain went through her left arm. She was in agony and st...

On the stage of life, she danced with grace,

Twirling in the spotlight, a beaming face.

Each step told a tale of joy and strife,

A ballet of battles on the dance floor of life.

She moved with a rhythm everyone could hear,

To those who watched, her happiness was clear.

A radiant smile always on her face,

But her heart, a baron place, where only shadows embrace.

In the masquerade of joy, she wor...