Writing Prompt

“Sapphire we have a problem,” the falcon touched her friend with her wing. “I think I can see that,” the blue falcon with sapphires under her eyes said, frustration hinted. There were explosions on the screen in front of them. “You think that that's how they say hello?” I ask sarcastically. “I think that's how they say _goodbye_.” I press controls trying to send the rocket ship to Earth. It’s hope...

The sky

The moon

The stars

A twinkle

A tinkle

a boom

A light

A flash

A bang

Reflective orb

Reflection orb

far far away

See from the window

looks so clear

so close

see from the window

looks so clear

so far away

Creatures of the night

Brightly shine

way above

Healing

Sleeping

waking

The sky

The moon

The stars...

The sky

The earth

The sea

Even fire

Elements in which we see

Help us to survive day to day

But we don’t know the way

We use them to help

But they are also great dangers

They cause destruction

Sadness

Death

As good as they are

They are also deadly...

The lone raindrop

Triggers the flood

The hurling of debris

Brings the fresh blood

The rumble in the ground

The trembling of the sea

The tossing of the water

The cause of the tsunami

The passiveness in those words

Sparks fury anew

Or creates insecurity

No one really knows what they can do....

“When do you think she’ll be back?”

Ajax moves away in irritation, his rest in the sun ruined. Scooby was way too energetic for his liking.

“She always comes back,” Ajax meows, moving his tail to whack Scooby in the nose. It surprises him but doesn’t deter him. Unfortunately.

“But when?” Scooby repeats, pouncing playfully in front of Ajax.

Eyeing the table with Herbert’s tank on it, he leaps...

the wind whistling,

the sand shifting,

the sun beating down on the golden grains, we’d be surprised if it didn’t melt into glass right then and there.

there grows a shrub,

some kind of plant,

we can’t really tell what kind of plant it is, because we’re not florists or herbalists or gardeners, and also, what does it matter, because it’s the desert and it’s lucky that it’s still alive.

al...

A light paw hits the ground, gently nudging the earth aside. Sunlight drifts through the gaps in the trees canopy, dappling the undergrowth. Nothing can be heard but the sounds of the forest, the full chatter of an entire ecosystem at play.

The doe lowers its head, gently nibbling at the vegetation. Above her, birds chatter and sing, loping back and forth amongst the branches.

Suddenly, her head...

The waves seemed to, well, wave to the seashore. It would take its turn to meet the sand. Sea foam would rise in its wake, the bubbles drifting back out to sea with the waves. The tide rose and fell, marking the moon.

When the sun sank, winds came from the open water, cleansing the air for another new day.

Currents whisked sea weed and shells out to sea and back.

The ocean has a system. A system ...

A young gleeIan boy and his gleelan father are outside around their home, lying on the grassy, smooshed ground, looking at the stars. The young boy gets up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around his knees, holding his head down. His father suddenly noticed how his son is acting, thus he comes over to his son, putting one hand over his right shoulder, and asks: “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

The...

In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight filtered through a canopy of emerald leaves, a small stream gurgled happily. This stream was the lifeline for a multitude of creatures, from the tiniest insects to the largest trees. Among these inhabitants, a wise old oak and a spirited little squirrel shared a special bond.

The oak, whose roots ran deep and whose branches reached for the sky, ha...