Writing Prompt

Child: “what’s the tattoo on your wrist mean?,” the child asks the women

Asteria: “it’s means I’ve been through hardships.,” the women responds in a monotone voice

Child: “what kind of hardships?,” the child asks her curiosity getting the best of her

Asteria: “I really don’t want to talk about it.,” Asteria says with uneasiness

Child: “why not?,” the child ask stubborn to get an answer inst...

. It was the twenty-third of December; two thousand and twenty three years since the death, resurrection, and ascension of Christ. I had just said my morning prayers and fixed my platinum blonde hair when I got on the Alaskan railroad; taking the morning ride from Anchorage to Whittier. When I left my hotel this morning, the air was like ice. It was crisp and it stung my skin. Now It had been a...

In the community of Geta, there was a woman who had been ostracized many moons ago. A utopian society centralized around ridding itself of the byproducts that come with humanity, an inherently faulted creation. If they were to cultivate such a world, it must be suppressed. For how can one be sad if happiness is unknown? Ultimately, with the removal of Factor X, a chilling collective would be conce...

She pulled her shopping trolley over to the side of the aisle and did something she wouldn’t usually do. She rolled her sleeves up her frail bony arms, which in turn revealed one of her tattoos. It had just been so hot and although she had hoped the supermarket would have been cooler than outside, the heat was still quite unbearable.

It wasn’t long til she was accosted by a shopper. “Oh yeah, ...

Leaning on the counter

Waiting for the day to roll on by

Somebody walks up

I start my normal spiel

“Hello, did you find everything okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Hey I like your tattoo”

“What does it mean?”

I smirk for a split second

Then the emotion floods over me

My smirk fades

“It’s a tattoo for my…. “

I pause

What should I say without sounding stupid?

“Friend”

I stutter out

“It’s the symbo...

It had been a long and difficult week. A week Taylor would really just prefer to forget. She had never been a big drinker but finding a bar with music loud enough to drown out her thoughts sounded pretty good right about now.

Grabbing a drink and snacking on some peanuts couldn’t hurt either.

When she walked in the place was busy. There were groups of people talking and laughing at the nearby ...

“POV.. now why would you get that tattooed? Oh I get it, its like you hold your hand up and it’s technically your POV in the curve of your hand!” The stranger in the red rain jacket exclaims.

They had noticed the black ink scrawl that sits between my thumb and pointer finger.

“Creative thought process, but that’s not it.” I try and offer a smile as I continue scanning their groceries. If I kne...

"Hey," Brenda said with a wave, "Karma from Tinder, right?"

"Yeah, and that means your-"

"Brenda, yep, that's me..." she replied awkwardly. Karma was wearing a short black dress with white flower embroidery. It had short sleeves-to show off her tattoo, Brenda guessed. The dress complimented her long black hair and olive skin. Karma wore striking red lipstick and faint black eyeshadow. She was...we...

(A take on the dance of thieves book)

It was the third night that the Ballengers were helping to build the new settlement. They had only planned to be there for one day. It seemed Jase had taken a real passion for this new town they were creating.

The Ballengers and Vendans and the three Rhatan were sitting around the great oak again, just like they has the previous two nights. But this time eve...

I actually got this tattoo on a solo retreat. A retreat in Bali. This is where I went when trying to find my happiness, to live my life, to learn new things, and to travel to another country on my own. My tattoo represents all of this and more. It shows that I learned to stand on a board in the middle of the ocean and actually was a natural at what they call surfing.I’d like to say, if you’re feel...