Writing Prompt

As I walk, nearly every step creates a line of light above. This line of light creates branches, ones which are unpredictable and creative in its own manner; taking steps where it wishes to be. Those slowly diminish as new ones appear in different places, never the same as the one before. I don’t remember how I got here, but looking back is a still world of existence I know not meant for me. I fee...

The long desired dawn,

The long awaited sun

Rose surreal as golden-rod,

Broke the silence, and the storm;

Soft and quiet patters on,

The rain so mild-mannered;

While I ponder like the stars

The thundering and coloring

On a canvas grim and bold;

An art so blinding, even,

In the graven retrospect;

A thought so loud it smothers

The sobriety of peace;

Deafening the thunder cracks,

Ringing loud in afte...

When will it stop

When will it release me

I’m stuck in the chains

Trapped in my mind

Tourcher

Every other thought

Is a reason of why

I just don’t deserve to live

Never to be free

Never will I be proud

Forced to listen to my thoughts

Every every minute

Let it stop

Give me a key

Open the chains

I just want to be happy...

“Martinaaaaaaa.” Brandt groaned from under his oversized poncho. As the rain powered over the city the ground grew slick. As each raindrop fell Brandt tensed more as he and Martina explore the viewing deck far above even the tallest casinos and hotels.

“Brandtttttttttt.” Martina responds coyly as she makes dramatic ballroom style steps toward the edge of the glass viewing deck. Martina is uncov...

Shallow waters surround me, thinly dampening the soles of my feet with its cold touch. Lightning crashes on a solid canvas of blue, pale and lifeless.

This world I have been brought to—is, somehow, a world I have been living in for a _very_ long time.

My feet slowly wade the waters, headed towards the endless horizon where the buzz of electricity roars the loudest.

I know not where I am going, ...

We Water Walkers know it as Thunder Bay.

We use this sacred bay as a sort of inauguration for our Water Walker recruits and trainees.

It is hard enough to navigate the high peak waves, but the Sharks also hunt those waters.

You have to not only sneak past the Sharks, you also have to bend the tide to your will.

Once you do so, you will reach the calm surface of Thunder Bay.

But there is a reason ...

“Two words, Einstein, Stuntman Mike,” Chris said in a low whisper.

Frankie rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t that kind of three words. Besides it’s not just that the waitress vouched for him. It’s pouring cats and baby hippos out there. The car is dead and the tow truck is not coming,” Frankie whispered back.

With a firm tap, Chris moouched her friend’s forehead. Frankie batted her away. Lightning flash...

My mother spoke to me for the last time when I was sixteen just days after my father died. She told me that after five years, she will meet me between where two strings of light touch the ground. Within those five years, I’ve remained just as clueless and the day she vanished from my life. Most of the belongings that would have given me at least a sliver of closure had been sold at a garage sale w...

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The bomb strapped to his chest was nothing of concern for Kyrin. He had been in various situations like this before and had always come out alive.

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His primary concern was the fact he had no idea where he was. He could hear thunder around him, but the blindfold and handcuffs made it practically impossible ...

Every time the lightning strikes, memories rush back to me. I can’t help but feel bad for myself. I remember all the times my mum told me to be myself, and yet, that was the worst advice she had ever given me.

I tried to fit in the popular crowd, but my laugh was too false, too loud, they said. I trying being a nerd, but Dnd drove me crazy. So I chose to be myself. The reckless, selfish, and possi...