Writing Prompt

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...

A magical library that was said to be like a labyrinth, was seemingly no place for a small, young man with one long braid grown out to show his love for Star Wars. It wasn’t quite a place for Natalia either, a young lady, a bit taller than average wearing huge platform boots to compliment her black and purple hair. Boots and braids, an interesting pair and two very different people to happen to re...

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She awoke with a peaceful stretch above her head. Outside, the birds sang. She opened her mouth in a yawn and drew the warm sheets from her body, stepping from the white, linen bed. She could smell the breakfast her husband had cooked for her and she drew a robe around herself as she walked slowly to the kitchen. He was waiting for her there, smiling. She had found true love.

II

He awoke w...

(Sequel to Sleeping Arrangements. For the gist of that story, it is about Della, a princess on the run because her kingdom was attacked. She went to his carriage to sleep in the night and met Cade who was trying to watch out for his family’s bakery. She chooses not to tell him she is a princess. He defends said bakery with his archery skills. And now you’re caught up!)

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The sun peeks through t...

My master enjoyed long walks. He’d walk as a headless chicken let loose by fumbling fools, quick, staggered, in pain but silent. I’d join him in his daily venture with a harness tied to my neck, a fabric of polyester, that kept me tethered to his waddling spirit. We kept a steady pace and would only stop when I’d spot something rigid and broken, he was not too pleased whenever I did. I used the pa...