Writing Prompt

Dad, I’m freaking out! I admit that it was dumb to leave our campsite alone, but Charlie was getting on my nerves!! I can’t take it when she smirks at me after I ask her a question or say something directly to her. It’s like she’s holding on to what I want and won’t give it up and instead spits on it.

Okay, so Charlie was intentionally ignoring me, and I left her at the car/campsite. I yelled ba...

“She’s here.”

Pippa glances around. The cave opening in front of her looks completely normal to her.

“You sure?” She asks.

Whirlpool glares at her which Pippa takes as an indication to shut up.

“This cave is surrounded by water, Sunny. Water not currently in the sea. It’s pretty obvious,” she says, gesturing to the swirling water just below the opening. This would not appear so strange if th...

I grit my teeth at the manager.

“Are you serious? I have to work night shift with them?” I complain, a trace of disgust strong in my tone. “They’re both late!”

She nods her head slowly. “You are aware that their dad owns this restaurant, right?” Mrs. Kindles comments, her tone dry and unoriginal. “Just try to get along with them. If we get any reports, you three will end up without jobs.”

Befor...

**Character 1: Ethan Harper**

Ethan Harper, a seasoned outdoorsman in his mid-thirties, is tall with a rugged build, the type that speaks of years spent in nature. His dark hair is flecked with early strands of gray, and his beard is just long enough to make him look slightly intimidating but approachable. Ethan’s calm, stoic demeanor masks a deep understanding of the wilderness, born from count...

Why Russian agents who seemingly defected insisted on spending winters somewhere as cold as the country they had defected _from_was beyond Jemima. Certainly it couldn’t be from homesickness, the entire reason MI6 had had its back up was because of the clandestine visit, the Russian Oligarch had made to St. Petersburg the previous week.

Why couldn’t he have spent winter in the Bahamas? It was what...

emima was always lucky, Philly mused as she watches her coffee being made like some sort of tribal offering of peace. The waitress raised her brow at seeing her alone and she nodded, feeling like a Queen giving orders all with a wink and a nod.

That’s what she says that’s what the world is built upon. Or people like Jemima, fantastic anecdotes for every occasion yet where she is known as a clown b...

“Don't look now-” He whispers, putting his hand on my shoulder and his mouth up to my ear.

“But they're right behind you.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as I continue drawing the symbol into the sand. My hand shakes with the feeling of being watched.

_As long as I'm in the circle, they can't get to me._

Although the knowledge should comfort me, I can't shake the pressing feeling of their veno...

"It's time", I whisper.

In front of me, he already started to change. I keep my gaze firmly trained onto his, as he grunts in pain. He begins straining against the silver chains I locked him in. They're just a precaution for the changing progress, as I know that tomorrow I'll have to go to the silversmith again. It's become a monthly meeting, and walking into that shop tomorrow morning, he will r...

The fire crackled weakly. It had been made from small sticks and orange pine needles. We really hoped it wouldn’t start a forest fire since the only water we had was our precious drinking water.

“Maylee?” James muttered from his spot, using his pack for a pillows.

“Yes?” I was snuggled in the insulated rain coat my anxiety over packing has insisted on bringing.

“How do you know what to do? We have...

*This is a test*

It was a fridgid winter morning in late January. The icicles droop off of the towering Douglas Firs. Pads of snow blanket the branches of the towering Doug FIrs. A light dusting of snow passed through with wilderness with gentle winds, and fluffy snowflakes. It was time for the two friends to pack up, and continue on their hike.

Luckily enough, the snow was dry, and easy to swi...