Writing Prompt

"What are you into?" his message said.

It was a week old and she felt a tiny pang of guilt about it.

"Music and Pilates" she typed back.

She heard a ding and a new message from him showed up.

“What kind of music?” it read.

She hesitated for a brief second, unsure if she was ready to let all of herself be known, but decided if she was really going to do this, then she had to be her most authent...

"Right, let’s take fifteen," Caled gets up from the ground after I had just swept him off his feet.

I’m just so charming.

I help him up and nod. "Yes, Chief."

I notice Anastasia sitting on the Court’s Edge. I grab my water bottle and walk over to her with a smile. "You checking me out, princess?" I tease and open my bottle, leaning against the wall beside her.

Anastasia rolls her eyes with...

Well this shouldn’t be that hard a writing assignment she cautiously mused, chewing on her pen cap nervously as her eyes went from the window to the door and back again.

She made it a point to always be ready to BoIt in less than a seconds notice. It was the end of the day and though she didn’t look up she could feel their eyes upon her as she quietly got up the nerve to stand. Closing her ble...

-I’m not very sure about this one. I did a little challenge with Quill To Page where we gave each other characters and I struggled, to be fair. I think it’s a bit far-fetched, but I enjoyed writing it. Some feedback would be much appreciated, thank you!-

Duke Rook strode down the village streets, bowing his head to occasional passers-by. It was rather peaceful; the sky was a beautiful azure...

Vasha is a fool.

Vasha is a foolish survivor that lived at the cost of everyone else. He’d survived a massacre because of his “luck,” yet he failed to save everyone else in his clan. He’d survived his escape because of two kind strangers, yet he failed to save even them.

Vasha is a foolish slave that killed his master. He’d murdered the man for freedom, only to be trapped in a new prison. He’d ...

I was a princess.

He was a prince.

I lived in a kingdom where everybody was kind.

He lived in a kingdom that was constantly warring.

I had both my parents to teach me how to be a royal.

He had only his father, as his mother passed away when he was young.

I was an only child.

He had 11 siblings.

I had stayed in my kingdom almost my entire life.

He had traveled around the world.

I had a do...

“We have to get out of here!” Kai shouted. He planted a calloused hand on each side of Ally’s waist, bent his knees slightly, exposing the light definition of the muscles in his calves through his track pants, and lifted her into the air so that the upper half of her body was draped over his shoulder.

Ally didn’t fight it. She didn’t even open her eyes during the pickup. She wailed agonizingly, d...

I sat at the dinner table, fork in hand and suspended in air, when Miss Smith called my name.

I looked up to see her, her homemade witch charms and all her white streaked frizzy hair glory, staring intently at me and squinting her eyes as she ran a hand down her bone necklace. She says it’s made of bone anyway.

My grandparents didn’t notice this at all.

Grandma was eating in the living ro...

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The day that my paradise shattered was the day I met, once more, the very man I shattered myself.

The sun was bright as it always was as I wake, a warm, snoring form on my right side and a round form at my feet. I sighed, rubbing my hands over my eyes before squeezing the bridge of nose. Last night, I had done overtime at work to finish up the rest of Miss Florence’s, an old widow who lived ...

I looked to Ruby, who was curled up on the ground. Crying. She’s always been so soft hearted. Too soft hearted.

I squat down next to her. “Get up.”

She whimpers. Of course. She’s too weak. I shove her. Ruby should have gotten up.

She’s just not worth it. She’s too traumatized to be useful. I take a step in the opposite direction, only pausing to give her another chance. She doesn’t take it.

I...