Writing Prompt

Looking out the window the stars are shining a very bright white light and on a dark ebony background. The moon is a bright giant ball of fire . I can also feel the cool air on my face. I can also see a bunch of fireflies dancing across the sky...

Nothing in the Sidh is unattractive. In fact, Aurora hasn’t seen anything less than beautiful here.

Under the hill, where the folk disappear at day, Aurora finally understands the temptations of foolish mortals like herself. A place so beautiful can be as damning as an enchantment.

The roof is packed with dirt and entwining branches, stretching down with blooming purple flowers like a chandelie...

// Not the prompt //

Even in the darkness

I can see your face

Shimmering, smiling, beckoning me

But I don’t think I can come

I don’t think I can join you

I’m not strong enough…....

“Koruan?” Fenris stared as crystalline tears tracked down the other boy’s face. “Are you alright?” he tried to keep his voice soft, void of the panic that was swelling within him. “What’s wrong?”

Koruan absently drug a hand across his face, never tearing his eyes from the sky. He spoke as if half-asleep already, a trance-like lull. “I’ve never seen the night sky before.”

Fenris watched, in sli...

The red lines on the circus tents are blood red in the night, only made richer by the contrast of bone white lines. It's a warm night, but there's a breeze carrying a sweet smell and a lovely chill.

The sky is navy blue, as deep as the ocean and just as vast. The stars haven't come, probably never will. Better off, the darkness is more alive without light's cry for attention.

Vibrant green tree ...

She opened her eyes.

A breeze was lifting her hair as a bright sunset expanded In the distance. Stars were visible, dotting the sky with their blues and yellows. Swirling among the clouds like paintings from eras past. The grasses shone blue against the bold sky, fighting back at the moon’s beauty, with a piece of its own.

The flowers aided the meadow, popping up in just the right places. Bunches...

Buildings are dipped in ink.

The sky a warming violet with diamonds;

Twinkle twinkle Oregon night,

dark blue partly cloudy is alright.

I see Luna peak around her veil,

soft orange-yellow; her deep dimples swell.

She illuminates the darkness,

as the lesser of two great lights,

but the sun never intrudes on her dominion even with all his might.

I watch her reflection in the river as she crysta...

“As dark and as bleak as the night” I had to reread that line a few times before I could continue. The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. Does everyone have such a negative opinion of the night? I couldn’t help but think of the nights I used to spend at the lake house. Back when I was a kid, I would spend nights out on a boat in the middle of the lake just escaping everything around...

The crisp white snow clenched tightly to the familiar paths I know home lush layers of green grass. I gaze at the Sky while inhaling the crisp air. The stars sparkle back at me with the brightest flames, almost as if reflecting off the blankets of white so peacefully below them. The moon flashes her silver smirk at me, like she's jealous of the attention I accidentally gave the snow. She dances ar...

The stars shimmered a bright shade of silver against the navy blue sky. The lush natural green on the trees were turning sunset orange, with tints of red. The moon illuminated the earth. Everything seemed so perfect.

But not for long....