Writing Prompt

A baby seal how what millions of miles from the ocean.

I know that 10000 years ago this was all under the ocean.

A baby, you could easily survive in the middle of the desert if there is water under the surface.

It’s a dream like an illusion what hunger in this does your body?

I could eat it, and as I try to eat it, it is a bit like vapour yet it was real. I could feel it.

It’s a sign of water...

How can it be

In the desert you see

A baby seal for me

Let’s take to the sea

A sign of sorts

To the water of quartz

A gallon and quart

Bumps and warts...

“#%+*$&..”

The long legged creature upon her shoulder continuously produced chittering sounds, dispersing certain spaces between with signals of clicks. Her attention was fully absorbed in those clicks, for they directed her through the endless stream of the desert. If she missed a chirp, she would be sent off the path, doomed to wander aimlessly as a ghost, but there were other ways it directed ...

It never really stops hurting does it

It’s especially hard when you have to keep fighting

When you want to be done with it all

But you have to keep fighting

It’s exhausting

And when you stop

Well now here’s the real you

And I don’t like the real me

I don’t like the fake me either

It never goes away

You’re never truly free

That pain and hurt

That feeling of fear and emptiness

It haunts you

It al...

I knew I wasn’t crazy. Well I suppose I am crazy, just not that bad.

We had named the seal Myra. Now we just needed to find her home.

I knew I had sensed a water source. The others hadn’t believed me, but I could feel it. My powers knew.

We had to find the Oasis. And if we were right, then this could be a major find. The was be the source of my magic, Desert Wave’s, magic....

With unruly ginger hair, clothes that were so big they dragged along the ground whenever she walked, and never wearing shoes, she not only appeared, but was, slightly off her rocker.

This made it no surprise when nobody near the desert camping site came to help her after she claimed she found a baby seal. In fact, it seemed there was no one even in the dessert with her. So she sat near the baby ...

“Uhh,” Mark starts, looking confused as he picked at his birthday cake. “Why is there a baby seal… in my cake…?”...

"What the fuck is that?" Cal's voice was hoarse and dry, in desperate need of water...just like the rest of us.

"That's a baby seal," Aria replied. She inched forward, shoes cutting through the soft sand, hands poised upward in defense. However, the baby seal didn't seem to pose a threat. It didn't seem to see the desert as a threat as we did. It blinked its eyelashes at the three of us, then rub...

For days he trekked through the endless snow. His frostbitten toes holding on for dear life within his worn boots.

All hope was lost. He always knew Antarctica could be a hellish place, but he told himself it was worth it.

The first man to walk the length of the Antarctica continent. What a feat that would be.

But halfway all he wanted to do was give up. He barely remembered life before the sn...

Oh no, Charlotte thought. Not the desert again. I hate this dream.

But she couldn’t wake herself up so she’d have to endure it.

A few yards in front of her feet—she was still lying down as if in bed, with the covers and pillow in the sand instead of a mattress—a movement in the sand.

A head popped out, then a body. It was gray and had “Clearview High” stitched on the side of it. The body wri...