Writing Prompt
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Capture a conversation between two characters who have a secret history.
Let their dialogue reveal their past relationship without explicitly stating it. Pay attention to body language and unspoken tension.
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Autumn’s celebration festival
Crowds of vivid souls and cozy battered scents
I see your eyes, glistening like the past
My heart stops in it’s tracks
You come to say “hi” carrying a hand
3 years apart and you moved on
I’m stuck where we left off
I’m stuck on the same song
You introduce me as a old friend
Is that true to you?
Friends don’t let lips greet each other
Friends don’t make my heart over...
“Who are you?” Circe asked me as we ran.
“I told you my name.” I replied. We took a sharp turn down a hallway and I could hear the screams of the people. Either the spirits had arrived or they had found Eros’s body.
“That’s not enough. I don’t even know what your intentions are.”
“To get the Crown of Iris.” We ran out the main door and down to the gardens. No one was chasing us, but they wou...
Globe Thistle Garden was very nice in the spring. I sat on a bench in this garden, in the city of Canaria, watching the grass and tree leaves sway in the breeze. All around me the scents of life wafted. Children ran around, playing tag, and every once in a while, a dog would pass by with its owner. I only wished that my mood could align with the current weather. I looked down and snapped a twig I ...
Nerva is bright. Ever since she could form words, royal tutors have been shaping her to take the throne. The perfect picture for a Queen.
And she needs to be. With her half brother taking over the Chartan kingdom, she became the only option for ruler for Allaver. As a young Royal, she needs to prove herself. Not to her standards but society’s.
Above all else, she is kind, caring to those aroun...
“You’re all dismissed!” Leanna rang out cheerfully as the clock at the back of the room chimed, prompting her class of third grade biologists to begin gathering their things, chattering amongst themselves as they exited.
“Remember, you’ll need to bring your botany worksheets with you on Friday!”
“Yes, Mrs. Johnson!” called out little Abby with the curly brown hair, her best pupil, before scamper...
**Person A:** We haven't talked like this in a long time.
**Person B:** Yeah, it's been a while. I guess life gets in the way.
**Person A:** Or maybe we've been avoiding each other. After everything that happened...
**Person B:** You mean the secrets? I thought we agreed to leave the past behind us.
**Person A:** Did we? Or did we just sweep it under the rug?
**Person B:** What good does it d...
Wren has come to hate this. Soulmates shouldn’t exist, she decides.
She eyes her phone, picking it up and going to a contact that is labeled “Annie.” Her finger hovers over the fake name but lets her phone slip from her grip for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.
Greta and Bell are at school, so now would be an ideal time.
“You need to do this,” she whispers to herself. It doesn’t m...
The magnolias swayed in the wind. Edith and Jackie watched them from their porch where they sat swinging in their favorite chair. Women 80 years of age, they had seen a lot, but the flowers never got old.
“Magnolia,” Edith whispered.
“Huh?” Jackie sat up. “Magnolias. Plural.”
Edith shook her head. “No, Jackie. Magnolia.” She winked.
Jackie didn’t wink back. “Oh.” She sat back in the chair....
Lanky teen in a heavy black hoodie drifted back and forth in front of the vid coretex gaming controllers, the old man who always wears the maroon skullcap was ruffling his newspaper, a few patrons were tapping away on their laptops in the battered study corrals, Shai, the Community Outreach Coordinatoor, was updating the website, and a gaggle of pre-schoolers were playing up downstairs. Shai consi...