To some, it was a key.

To others, it was junk.

To people who could see its power, it was a treasure.

To her, it was the holder of her friend’s soul.

And she vowed to never let anyone destroy it.

Which meant hiding their ancestry from her only daughter.

Did their bloodline matter more, or did her friend?

They were the last of their kind.

Withholding the information all the way to her death ...

Authors note: kind of the prompt? Also planning to be part of the book I’m writing. Also, ignore all grammar mistakes.

The blue sky, filled with pale, puffy white clouds.

The rolling hills, covered in lush green grass, thriving.

Unlike me.

It all seems so peaceful, beautiful, unlike me.

After everything, I’m close to breaking. To falling down into a deep abyss of darkness, and never thinking ...

Authors note: this like only the third time I’ve written a poem so uh don’t judge plez

I have a house

Sky blue and bright

In my room

Is where I stay all night

But is it home?

That I don’t know

I have parents that care for me

But perhaps this isn’t the right place

In my head, is where I like to stay

Away from reality, away from troubles

Experiencing feeling I try to suppress

Soaring away, float...

Authors note: at this point I don’t even know what to say

I slid my backpack across the table and the hooded figure peered inside. I was supposed to be doing my homework, but someone, who was a complete a stranger and right across the table, interrupted me.

“Where the hell did you find this?” he yelped.

“Find what?”

“This!” He pulled out the palm sized round white rock I had painted two days a...

Authors note: the most crappiest thing I’ve ever wrote

It’s Christmas Eve.

And Santa never came.

Because I killed him.

How? With a knife.

Why?

Because he sucked.

My last words to him?

Womp womp....

My home.

Our home.

I stand in front of it now. Had I not been here for seven years, hiding, observing every inch, I would have not found it.

It once was our sanctuary. Now that place is long gone, buried, frozen in sheets of ice. Icicles hang from the ceiling.

To others, it’s nothing. Just a small, dark, wet insignificant place that no one wants to enter, much less stay in. A place bleary and ...

Authors note: I don’t think I did what the prompt said but eh

Act calm.

I repeated the thought every step the psychopath took. “You have 5 minutes to tell me why I shouldn’t kill you,” she spat.

Act calm, I thought again. Hold on. Why was I telling myself to act calm? Why was I trying to act calm? Why was I not normally calm?

BECAUSE SHE’S ABOUT TO KILL YOU, my mind answered.

But maybe, I thi...

Authors note: this won’t make any sense so…deal with it. Also: one cuss word

“She’s not who she says she is!”

I slink into the shadows as Iorelia points a finger at my friend, whose head is down.

“What do you mean?” a fellow dragon rider asks.

“She’s not the First Chief’s daughter! Someone else is!”

Murmurs sweep the clearing. Shit. Don’t tell them, I silently pray toward Naksoli.

“You’re r...

I skittered around the trunk of the tree, listening for any sign of movements. So far, none. Not even the chirp of a cricket. I supposed this was what my home had become after the Hunters had taken over.

CRUNCH

I whipped out my knife and lunged toward the source of the sound, teeth bared. I brought my arm back and swung-

“Wait! Please! It’s me!”

I stopped in mid-motion. “Travis?” I kept the kn...

The early morning breeze swept through the open window. Bird chirps filled the empty silence, leaves rustling. I sat on the couch, scrolling YouTube. I was bored.

A knock suddenly rattled through the house. I got up and went to check it out. Opening the door, I found nothing but a envolope that obviously had something besides a sheet of paper. Carefully, I sliced it open and took out the folded ...