Just a look.

That’s all I get.

A glance, a peek.

Seconds to convey

All the things

You long to say.

Just a look.

Brief and fleeting.

Across the room.

Telling me everything

And nothing

With your eyes.

Just a look.

A brilliant silence

That echoes loud.

Saying what couldn’t

With just words

Simple, meaningless words

Just a look.

It beckons me.

Rise and follow.

Down the hall

Up th...

Reading a classic bedtime story and suddenly you find yourself pulled into the action! Detail what story you’ve been drawn into without naming the title. Use scenes, characters, or settings. Anything but the title of the story. ...

Write an action-packed scene around a fuse being lit and its impending explosion. This can be a mental or physical representation of a fuse and resulting explosion. ...

“Can we be done now?” I whined, looking over at my mom as she checked yet another item off her back to school shopping list. She smiled, sliding the yellow number two pencil she was never without back into her ponytail and flipping the cover on her small notebook before sliding it into the strap of the baby carrier slung across her chest. My baby brother Reid let out a delighted gurgle as she pu...

I notched an arrow in my bow, fingers loose around the bowstring as I waited for the enemy to draw nearer. Beside me, Davin fumbled with his quiver, dropping two before securing a trembling arrow against his bowstring. His eyes darted to me.

“How are you so calm?”

The thundering of hooves, even at this distance, almost engulfed his words. I flashed him a fierce grin.

“Don’t ...

The furious clamor of the Cyclops’ hammers beat day and night. Endless were the thunder god’s booming calls for more bolts as lightning rained from the sky. Clang. Clash. Over and over again, Zeus flung a bolt, obliterating a fleeing Titan in a frightening flash, the smoked clearing to reveal nothing but scorched earth and few remains. The acrid smell of burning atmosphere and flesh rest heavily u...

I slide the bag across the table to the hooded figure opposite me. She lifts the edge of the bag with a finger, peering inside. She sits up suddenly and grabs the edges of the bag, stretching it wide open.

“Oh my God! Where the hell did you find this?!”

I shake my head, putting my hand on my hip.

“First of all, watch your language. We’ve gotten enough notes about your swearing.” She ducks her he...

“Marvin, for the love of God take the damn hood off,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. Thin hands with long fingers reach up, shaking with barely contained excitement to lower the hood. Pianist’s fingers my grandmother would have called them, though Marvin has never spent a moment in front of a piano. The hood falls away to reveal a head of unruly black hair, glasses perched on the end of a ...

Early morning mist rises from the river as I make my way along the moss-covered rocks. The sun is just along the horizon, the delicate hues of dawn painting the forest in a softer light. Birds have started to rouse from their nests, their song a victorious thrill to the new day, echoed by the gentle roar of the river. The air is heavy with the scent of dark, rich earth mixed with the brisk, brigh...