Writing Prompt

All witches know their fate.

Banished from the fairy realm, they stay here in the waste land that is Sprion. Anything the fairies don’t like live in this land.

Far enough away from the fairies in Lillia that they feel safe but close enough to keep an eye on the witches.

Witches knew their place. It was said that once, a witch poisoned the fairy queen’s son and when he died, the queen banished ...

“you’re too nice!” they say

when i speak my pretty words

or purge my filthy mouth

of the venom that remains unheard

“you’re too nice!” they say

when i explain why i don’t hate her

but the truth i’ll never reveal

my sins remain greater

“i don’t feel nice,” i say

when i know what i’ve done

it’s not just the big incidents either

but every little one

“your guilt makes you nice!”

i’ve heard it all b...

[On the first page of our story the future seemed so bright]

I remember going to Starbucks with you and then going to books a million I remember your smile and your laugh how I always followed you around when I was younger

[then this thing turned out so evil I don’t know why I’m still surprised]

11 years later you moved out west you used to come back every summer but last summer you left with...

Vampires! They stormed the town killing everyone in sight. Me, Tony and Rob were the only survivors. We ran out of the town, why stay? Vampires have took it over! Our home! Gone! Took by those wretched monsters!

“Curse those horrid beasts!” Tony cries when we finally stopped running.

“Beasts is too nice a word!” I mutter.

“Soulless monsters!” Rob said.

“Oh they have souls, the problem is they ...

To my creator, the one person who was supposed to love me, what did I do wrong? I tried my best, I did all you asked and yet it was never enough. You tell me ‘it’s all your fault that pathetic man left!’ And ‘if you weren’t such a nuisance..’ I hate you. No, I despise you. I want you to suffer.

Yesterday, I did something.. I was angry and I’m mad at myself for it. I yelled at my best friend and c...

The gravel under my bare feet dug into the calluses on my skin, but my nerves felt nothing. Thick liquid ran down several spots of skin, yet the sting of a wound wasn’t there. My hands shook despite my efforts, and my vision blurred the longer I stared ahead.

All the people I once loved—those I vowed to save—laid around me with fear in their eyes. I stepped around them, cries and pleas fading int...

Damien loathed bologna sandwiches. The meat never tasted right to begin with and it always left a lingering film on the roof of his mouth. He chucked the ziploc bag in the garbage and slumped into the chair next to Lane.

“Bologna again?” Lane asked as he scooped the cheesiest bite of macaroni into his mouth.

“Yeah.” Damien said through his teeth. “Why can’t he make me real food for lunch?”

It ...

My teacher used to say that if you always worry about the worst-case scenario, it will come to pass. I feared becoming like my father, a soldier fighting a war meant for the dead. I was obsessed with avoiding that ledge, but it was no Use. The ground opened up beneath my feet and swallowed me whole.

People celebrate the only soldier to come home from war. They don’t mourn for those killed becaus...

I hold my blade tight to the which’s throat, letting teasing drops of blood make their way down it, pooling in her bosom. “Reverse it.” I hiss at her, pressing the knife in closer. She grits her teeth. “Never.” Frustration boils up in my chest. “One last chance.” I manage to grit out through my anger. Her eyes lick mine, and she repeats the word. “Never.” I do not hesitate now. I push the dagger i...

This city had once seemed wonderful. It was the place where I became powerful. It was the place where I felt like all my dreams came true. And I loved it, this city. And I loved the people in it.

I had once seen them as kind and loyal. I had once seen them as supporters. I had once seen them as deserving of protection. Deserving of my protection. I had always shown up, whenever they called. I alw...