Writing Prompt

In the kingdom of Faerie’s, two children were born to the the Queen. The twins were alike in every way, with hair of moonlight and eyes of the finest gold. But besides the king, queen, and servants of the castle, no one knew there were two children heir to the thrown.

The day the Princesses Evangelina were born, their mother says, was the worst day of her life. Twins are a a bad omen enough, as t...

Lucy You see grew up rich and spoiled, a brat. One day when she was sixteen she laughed at a kid from school. “You having a successful business I don’t see it. In fact where would you get the money, you are only going to this school because you have a scholarship. Being smart doesn’t mean you have money.” She said at lunch. “Like you said being smart doesn’t mean you have money, you aren’t.” Roxan...

Flicking through the profiles his face stared back. His profile? Faceless. Which offered a certain amount of anonymity when it came to messaging the occupier of his face.

They agreed to meet.

What began for him as the start of a hook up turned into shock and confusion as he looked upon his image.

The two began throwing around facts about their lives.

- Same birthday.

- Same birthplace.

But m...

I’m not sure when things went awry but what began as a lousy Monday got worse with each day that passed. Six weeks later, I found myself fearful of leaving the house, believing the new day would only bring more disappointment. My life was in shambles. Eviction proceedings were imminent as were criminal charges that couldn’t be defended. I was guilty well beyond all reasonable doubt. Collectio...

Up until this day I have always believed what I’ve been told: that there is only one of me, and that’s what makes me so special.

This, for a great percentage of people, is entirely true. And there is no way that could be changed (unless of course humans found a way to clone themselves; though the world does seem to be heading in this direction, with all the new technology that has been and w...

Would you hate her too? If you saw her, a copy of you, same face, same body, would you hate her? If she looked like the same reflection you had sworn destroy, the same reflection you had cried about night after night after night, would you hate her with the same burning passion you do yourself?...

“Hey! I thought you were working today?” The stranger asks Sandie, she blinks dumbly at the girl, was she supposed to know this person? She swallows her anxiety and decides to clarify the situation.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The stranger looks taken back, as if confused by her question. “Uh yeah, we’ve been friends since the third grade, did you hit your head or something?”

Sandie shakes h...

Beyond the gilded throne, she stood: opulence personified in her cloak of flowing silk, the royal colour purple. The hood, drawn over her head, obscured her face.

“Shadow Empress of Ka’ilai,” I spat. On my back, the twisted scythe hung from its tattered belt. It groaned as I grasped its hilt, its ancient voice vibrating up my arm, through my chest, as it anticipated the blood it knew would soon ...

“This is a hell of a lot harder than knit one, purl two,” Chris said. Her tongue stuck out a little while she concentrated over her needle and thread.

“Language young lady,” aunt Nancy said as she rocked in the rocking chair. “Remember you’re the silly bitch who wanted to learn this old timey crap.” Aunt Nancy took her niece’s embroidery hoop and demonstrated a French knot for the fourth time. The...

(Quick Note: My story takes place in a world where everyone is an animal/human cross- basically human, but with animal features such as ears, tails, whiskers, etc. This particular short story takes place in Cricetinae, the country of the Hamsterpeople.)

For once, Pebble was grateful for her odd-looking hair. She had approached the castle doors claiming to be a “new guard who’d forgotten her unifo...