Writing Prompt

If you’re trying to find the exit, there is none

If you’re seeking any roads, there are none

No stop signs, no marked lanes

No set rules

Electricity is sporadic, with lights coming on at odd times

Then winking out just as fast

Leaving entire corridors dark and abandoned for hours

Or eternity

Bridges connect light to dark, happiness to sadness

They connect, they sever

They crumble, they fall

They...

The sound was deafening. A roar, falling and rising, sending white foam crashing against the shore.

Even standing away from the waves, he could feel the spray against his face, smell the salt on his skin. He felt sticky.

The afternoon sun beat down on him, draining him of energy, making him lethargic, tired, weary. He wanted to lie down and let the Great Ocean wash him away.

But he had not co...

Turning the key to my new home, the lock clicked open. I turned the handle and pushed the door open setting my bags down next to it to take in the scene. I slowly poked around in the three bedrooms, and bathroom. I browsed the kitchen, the air felt crisper here. Scratched countertops filled with happiness and warmth of the people before. I made my way to the backyard, an oasis of green. The grass ...

“I don’t think I can,” Juniper said, her voice wavering.

“Well then it is a good I know you can. Now buck up, buttercup,” Rowena said. “Focus.”

The witches locked fingers. The round walnut table where their hands linked trembled. Overhead the kitchen light swayed. Juniper squeezed her eyelids closed. A whiff of ozone snapped and writhed.

“Breathe, honey. It’s very hard to tap into your powers when...

The rest of the drive passes quietly. We usually listen to music in the car, even if it’s just the radio, but ever since my audition, Mum hasn’t put music on, probably out of pity. And, as much as I hate to admit it, no music’s better than not being able to sing along.

With what can only be four hours of sleep, I barely have the energy to observe our surroundings, but I sink further in my seat wh...

Across the bridge, the ground shifted from brown to green, and a heavy mist gathered around my ankles. The source of this mist was impossible to ignore - just up the slope, a massive, gourd-shaped plant sat, emitting steam from pores all along its pale green body. A pink patch on its side glowed intermittently, and as I watched, a mist-like spray emitted from the red fronds at the top of the plant...

I walk into this big, brick building for the first time. It feels as if the building is looming over me. As I walk in, I see many rooms and many doors in the entrance. Lost of people are walking beside me and everywhere. It feels big and old, used for many years.

“Bye, Ellie!” My mom calls back to me as she waved and leaves me to explore the big building to find my room.

“This way, this way, plea...

Finally, after nearly three hours in the car, she arrived. A wave of excitement washed over her as she turned right into the entrance of the park and paid the three dollar admission fee. The phrase “worth the price of admission” came to her mind but then so did “you get what you pay for” and she hoped for the former more than the latter. As soon as she found a place to park, she put Milo on the le...

Everything back then, when I was about twelve years old, was so carefree... warm... pure..., and everything was suppose to be perfect. My parents loved each other, my brother and I were close to one another, school was normal, and life just made sense and more worthwhile. We lived in a beautiful house, owned two perfectly running cars, and we were financially stable enough to support a "special" f...

Annie fastened the ribbon tighter around my eyes.

“Good?” she asked, adjusting it. “You can’t see, right?”

I giggled. “No. Should I be scared?”

Annie squeezed my shoulders and navigated me through the kitchen. “That depends. Do you trust me?”

“Well, of course— ow!” I yelped, as I’d stubbed my toe on the pillar linking the kitchen to the main hall. “I mean— mostly.”

Annie just laughed.

I’d...