Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Write a scene where your character is angry, elated, or distraught.
Choose a strong emotion, and show us how your character expresses and deals with these feelings.
Writings
Distraught
“Not to return without him?” Kyah’s tone thick with rage and melancholy. “I’m the one doing all his work! I’m the one getting him all the things he needs! ‘The Shadow of The Wall’ my ass!” Kyah slams down the bag she withdraws from the small chest at the foot of her bed. Cloths and tools alike and thrown with haste into the waiting mouth of the traveling bag, Kyah’s attention on gathering things not organizing.
Grabbing the last of her things, Kyah stands before the bed with her life sprawled out before her. A few shirts, a few pants, a dress or two, and a variety of tools. All that she had been at the wall since her mothers passing would soon be stuffed into a small night sack for her to sleep in. Grimmock had adopted her when her mother passed, and given her a chance to earn a wage as a child. And now he throws her to the wolves. Rage again wells inside her, the flush of her skin appearing purple and red like a bruise left by the all in the face as he departed.
Kyah’s screens billow out of her room and down the outside hallways. She wants him to hear the rage boiling within her. He deserve to know.
Dying By His Words
My breathing begins to waver; short and disturbed. I try to gulp down air, but I can’t seem to breathe enough. I grab my neck, trying to force it to inhale air. _I need air. _
“Please,” I beg my body, “please don’t give up.” My cheeks are wet with rolling tears. I can’t see beyond blurred visions. My chest, it hurts too much. My heart is beating so hard, as if it wants to beat out of my chest. Is my body trying to kill me? Did his words really hurt that much?
_I don’t want you _ _You’re nothing _ I don’t care about your suffering
His piercing words strike me over and over again, replaying on a loop. “Make it stop,” I whisper. “Oh, please stop.” I fall. I feel as though I am dying. Can one die simply by words? Maybe I will be the first.
Not As It Seems
Have you ever thought you’d have to live out your worst nightmare?
Toby is in literal hell. Having to relive his worst moments, regretable choices, and his demons is torture.
Now he knew he wasn’t person of the year but this? He wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
“Toby.”
He whips his head up. What else was there? He already went through his parents deaths again.
“Toby.”
The voice got closer. The smooth, haunting tone stops him dead in his tracks, his breathing stopping. He knows who it is.
“Amelia?”
“You could have saved me, Toby.”
He runs away from the voice but no matter the direction, her presence gets closer.
He couldn’t face her. Not now. Not ever.
“Toby, why did you kill me?”
Spinning on his heels, he turns and comes face to face with a version of his dead sister.
“Amelia, please. I can’t talk about this,” his breathing was becoming labored. Just thinking about it made him spiral.
“Face what you did to me!” He blinks to clear his vision and the open wound around her neck is apparent, blood dripping down.
Fury took over the immense guilt temporarily. It ran through his veins and renewed a fire inside. “What I did? You were trying to kill me! You gave me no choice.”
“So you slit your own sister’s throat?”
“Yes. You were being influenced. I had to do it to set you free.”
There is a void in her eyes, no emotion behind them. He expected anger, but nothing.
“Amelia, I am sorry.”
When he apologized, something changed. Her appearance grew brighter, more normal. Her wound disappeared with a scar in its place. She looked more like he remembered.
She gave a small smile, bittersweet, and then she glowed like the a shining star until he had to close his eyes from the light.
When he opened his eyes, she wasn’t there. He hopes this means that she is at peace.
Maybe there was hope for him.

——— This is inspired by my second favorite character on Teen Wolf (my favorite should be obvious if you’ve ever seen it). I’m in a phase right now. Tell me your favorite TW character! (Gold star to anyone who can name both my first and second favorite characters!)
You Fool!
Savvy and Iam giggled with each other while shoving food down their mouths.
Tin slammed his fist against the small table they were at and they fell silent. His scar burned and he groaned, lifting his hand to cover it. Savvy and Iam glanced at each other before turning to him.
"Tin..." Savvy said slowly. "You really should get that scar checked out."
Tin slammed his fist again. "I don't need to get it fucking checked out, dammit!"
Savvy got out of her chair immediately and pulled Iam away into a corner. Tin groaned as his scar burned again.
That damn witch! Tin growled in his head. Released a pathetic curse.
Eventually, Savvy and Iam came back to him. Savvy went around to his front, and Iam stood behind him.
"You're getting that scar checked, Tin." Savvy said.
Tin growled up at her.
Iam lifted him up from behind and binded his wrists.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" Tin shouted.
"You're. Getting. That. Fucking. Scar. Of Yours. Checked. Mkay?" Savvy repeated.
Tin struggled against Iam as he dragged him from the small house and straight to the town's nearby medic office. Tin quit struggling as a beautiful woman walks up to them.
"How may I help you?" She asks.
Iam softly laughs at Tin's stare before responding. "Our friend here needs some help with a scar."
The woman looks up to him and sees it. "I see. Come with me, sir."
Iam releases Tin and let's him follow the woman.
"I think Tin's got himself a crush." Iam whispered to Savvy.
Savvy just got laughed softly and kisssd him.
Bridge
I stared at the crystal blue water. It looked so peaceful, like it couldn’t hurt anything. “It’s your Mom,” I had heard, sitting at home on my couch. It was a normal Friday and I should have stayed that way. “She’s been in an accident.” The words echoed through my mind. A cool breeze made shivers run up my spine. I could see it, her car making a quick sharp turn, her hitting the brake making the tires sliding across the bridge. And I could hear it, the loud splash, her muffled cry for help.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I already knew who it was, or who they were. Mason and Emily. “Are you alright?” Emily asked. I didn’t need this, her hand wrapped tightly in Mason’s, and still she tries to pretend it’s just us. I can’t cry in front of him, I can’t say no. I just nod my head, keeping my eyes on the small pond below. Emily sighs, “Ty, it’s. . . It’s just me.” I quickly glance over to Emily and for the first time in a few months Mason isn’t glued to her side. “Where’s your other half?” I mumble. Emily takes her hand off my shoulder and folds her arms, “We broke up.” I let out a small laugh, “Didn’t see that coming.” “I came to help you,” Emily steps in front of me, blocking my view from the sparkling blue water. “What have I done to make you act like this?” Nothing, that’s the problem. “I just lost my mother,” I say letting my voice rise, “What do you want from me?” Emily stepped closer to me, a tear escaping her glass blue eyes, “I just lost my best friend.” “I’m standing right here,” I say. Emily shakes her head stepping back, “No, your not the Ty I knew.” Yeah well what do you expect from a boy who lost both his parents before he turned eighteen. Emily took in a shaky breath, “So this is it. Your gone?” I don’t know what that means but sure. It was over the day she glued Mason to her side. She was never there for me, I couldn’t tell her anything. “I’m not gone,” I whisper, “I’ve been here all along. It’s you. . . Emily. Your the one who left.” She didn’t disagree. That meant two things. Either she agreed but didn’t want to say it or she didn’t have a good enough excuse. She sighed looking at the bottom of the hardwood bridge. We were silent for a while, listening to the breeze and the quiet peaceful water as it ran under us. “I’m sorry,” Emily finally said, her eyes meeting mine. “But that was the past. Can’t we move on?” You mean forget that for five months we weren’t friends. Never speaking, never laughing. Just me on my own and you with Mason. “I’m not going to just forgive and forget. I don’t work like that.” “Then we’ll just talk,” Emily grabbed my arm when I turned to walk away, “I can’t lose you again.” Her eyes were shining with hope. It had been five months, maybe I had moved on. Changed. Was that so hard for her to wrap her mind around? “Emily . . . I have to go. Mom’s funeral is tomorrow. I need to get ready.” Emily let go of my arm, the hope draining out of her eyes. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I forced a small smile and walked away. Leaving the bridge that had changed my life. Leaving the girl that still could, and finding the part of me that was willing to let her back in.
Maybe Even More Than Before
It was time, it had to be. Last night when I saw her. When I saw Emily. She was wearing a blood red dress, and as I saw her smile and climb into the car with Mason. She smiled, my smile. She only ever smiled like that around me. And now she was going to dances with Mason. I knocked on her front door, my heart beating so fast I almost thought it had stopped. Emily answered the door, her black hair brushing the tips of her shoulders. She smiled. “Ty, I didn’t see you last night.” I nodded, “Yeah I didn’t- I didn’t go.” Emily gave me a small smile, “I missed you.” If only she really had. I bet she didn’t even think about me once. “Emily,” I started stepping closer to her, “There’s something important I need to tell you.” Her smile vanished, “Is everything alright?” Not really, but it never has been. “Emily, I-I love you.” Emily gasped, stepping over the threshold and shutting the door behind her. She gave me a forced smile, “Ty, that’s. It’s really-um. . . That’s I.” You don’t love me, yeah I know. “I always have,” I say, letting her eyes tell me what she’s really thinking. It’s Mason, she likes Mason. Emily took a quick breath, “I care about you Ty. I do-but I love Mason. . . it’s Mason-It’s always gonna be Mason.” If this is what it felt like to have my heart ripped from my chest then, I understood why everyone made a big deal about it. Emily turned around and opened the door, “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She closed it the loud sound echoing in my ears. I could hear the faint sounds of the crickets cropping like it was a perfectly normal night. Like it was a good night. I stared at the light grey paint of Emily’s door. My heart was that color, dull and broken. All the color drained from it, all the life. I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek, the cool winter breeze blowing it off. I took a deep breath, wiping under my eyes. I couldn’t move, what was I supposed to do? I had told Emily I loved her and I was supposed to go on living like everything was fine? She loves Mason. Mason! She’d never love me, she’d always love Mason. I was stupid to think that her perfect smile and night black hair would ever stand next to my pale minty eyes and light brown hair. And even after I had been rejected, by the only girl I’d ever love I still couldn’t help loving her more. I hate it. She had broken my heart, killed my only hope of having a good life and I loved her. Maybe even more than before.
Memories
A long forgotten memerory flows into my brain. One that was buried deep within my mind.
……………….
There was a knock at the door, a loud one. It was so unnecessary aggressive. I covered my ears as Mom went to open the door.
“We’ve came for Emily Sinclair.” A deep voice says.
As she opened up the door she filled with fear, I could see it in her eyes. She began to step out the door but then looks back at me and my sister Dom. “Goodbye.”
“Mom? Where are you going?” I asked, tears were dripping down my face forming a river of tears. She stepped back over towards me and Dom .
My mother kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” Her heart seemed to break into a million pieces as she talked.
I move over a couple feet to see what lies outside the door. guards , royal guards. They stood tall waiting for Mother to finish what she was doing. Each guard wore the same exact thing as well, apart from a few badges. The guards at this event wore a formal black jacket with a tail. They wore pants with a belt that held a sword on their side. They also wore black work boots.
She looks over at my father who seemed unfazed by the whole event. Almost as if he was happy.
She walks out the door with her head down, tears fell from her cheeks and onto the grass outside as she left.
My father shuts the door. “Filthy witch,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear. He looks at us then says, “Filthy witch children.”
…………
I open my eyes to see Dom filled with concern in front of me. I was laid on the floor in my house I must have passed out again. I breathe heavily as my mind fills with rage, not only for the guards taking away my mother, but for my father. My father must have sent us to the orphanage soon after. I feel the forbidden magic flowing through my body as if it was in a fit of rage as well. “Are you okay?” Asked Dom. “No.” I replied with rage.
In The Middle
Aurora stood in the center of the mirror world, her eyes ablaze with anger. The air around her seemed to crackle with tension as she yelled and screamed, unleashing all of her emotions and frustrations with a torrent of words.
Her voice echoed through the mirror world, carrying with it a sense of frustration and pain that only grew stronger with each passing moment. She was like a tempest, her words a fierce and unbridled force that refused to be contained.
"I am tired of this!" she yelled, her voice splitting the sky like a bolt of lightning. "This journey has tested my will and my resolve, but I will not be defeated. I will not be broken."
Aurora's anger was palpable, almost tangible in its intensity. It was as if the mirror world was a canvas, and she was splashing paint across it with every word she spoke. There was a beauty in her anger, a raw emotion that was both elating and heartbreaking.
She knew that she was at a crossroads, and that the next step in her journey would be the most difficult one yet. She had to confront her innermost fears and doubts, and face them head-on if she hoped to emerge victorious.
Aurora's frustration mounted as she prepared herself for what was to come. She was like a warrior, her eyes fixed on the enemy with an unyielding determination. The stakes had never been higher, but she knew she had to take the risk.
In that moment, Aurora was a force to be reckoned with, her fury and passion combining into a single powerful entity that shook the very foundations of the mirror world. She was like a wild animal, untamed and free, fierce and unyielding.
And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, her anger dissipated into the ether, leaving behind only a sense of quiet resolve. Aurora let out a deep breath, her heart still racing from the fierce passion of her anger. But this time, it was a different kind of energy that pulsed through her veins - one of purpose and determination.
She was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that she would emerge as the Mirror Maiden, her spirit unbroken and her resolve unyielding.
Brady’s Mimi Dilemma
“I don’t know what you expected, Mimi. What do you want from me? You know what my life is like, what my goals are, and yet I feel like you are always maneuvering to try and get me stay in Wellmore.” Brady was running his fingers through his hair, the nervous habit he had picked up years ago.
Mimi stared at him as though he was the densest person on earth, which he definitely felt like at this moment in time. “What I EXPECT?” She spat the words at him and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “EXPECT? Come on, Brady. We have been in this dance since were were pre-teens and have I ever laid any expectations on you? “
He just shook his head, not saying a word.
“Have I asked you for anything, Brady? Because in my recollections of the on again, off again thing with you, I have never laid out any kind of future or sought anything from you. Whatever this thing is we have going on, it does not come with any expectations on my part, but it seems like whenever we get together “just as friends” as you put it, somehow we end up in bed together with you vacillating back and forth with what it is we have going on here.”
“I know.” Brady sat up with his back agains the headboard. “Mimi, I am just a mess.” He reached out to her, but she shrugged off his hand and stood up, grabbing her clothes and heading into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Brady just sat there, listening to the shower, and trying to make some sense of it all. He had made up his mind he was not, absolutely not, going to put himself or put Mimi in another compromising position but all his best laid plans just flew out the window the minute he was with her and she smiled at him. She was his Mimi. She had always been his Mimi and no matter the ups and downs of their relationship, she was indelibly carved into his heart and he couldn’t get her to leave. He wanted her; there was never any doubt of that. On the other hand, he was a loner and had always been a loner, and how could he ask her to take on the screwed up mess that he was?
Somehow, this had to end.