Writing Prompt

I’m writing this poem

at 3:12 in the morning

the wind is howling

and outside the rain is pouring

I can’t seem to sleep

side effects of being a poet

up if anyone needs me

and everyone knows it

My crush is still oblivious

my heart is still an idiot

my love is still insidious

and my brain is still too serious

I’ve made a daily writing goal

write just once a day

even if it reeks of pallor

writing ...

My friends and I were running in the field that overlooked the water when it happened. We were playing hide and seek, and I was looking for a place where no one would find me. Near the edge of the cliff, I could see the crashing waves below. Mother never let me get too close - none of our parents did. But they weren’t here, and my eyes could see the perfect hiding place in the sheer wall. Looks ca...

“We have evolved to live in an ever decaying world,” my teacher preaches. I tune him out for the lecture until the liberating bell releases us students from class.

“Zephyr!” A woman calls for me from a ways away. I walk faster, smiling at her. When I reach her we link arms out of habit. I grin wider, showing off my canines, and peer at the burning sun above. “Hitting the clubs tonight?”

“Yes, o...

I always expected this to happen. I fought to prevent this messy schedule, but it was impossible.

As the sun set over the ocean, a breeze swayed along my face. I tucked my dark, black hair behind my ear and adjusted my sunglasses to sit up on my face. Not that I needed sunglasses anyways. If I were to adjust to the new way of life, the sunset was the new sunrise. I forced myself up off the sand,...

The world was on fire. The light signaled the cycle of rest that accompanied the day. Only chinks of light sink through the deepest of crevices, shining and burning, giving the dark and depths echos of the inferno above. Gazing at the light burned, it was the only way I could imagine the world above and the sight of Aurus, our star, and how it would look with my own eyes. I looked away and around ...

Walking home from school, dead of night. I hear voices and whispers calling to me. For me. Whose horrid idea was this? “The sun has become too dangerous for our skin cells. The day will now be night.” the president says. “It is for your own good”. Isn’t it too dangerous for a girl my age to be walking this late at night? Anyone could creep up while hidden in plain sight. I miss the warm sun rays o...

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I whispered, my voice echoing off the tunnel walls that surrounded us.

Shiv paused and turned around, his eyes glowing red in the darkness, “Reese…I asked if you were sure about this, and what did you say?”

I let out a deflated sigh, “I said I was willing to go with you.” I paused. “I’m just nervous is all.”

Shiv placed a hand on my shoulder, “Listen, Reese....

Once, long long ago, humans could see during the day, and were fast asleep at night. Now, I know what you’re thinking; how did they stay awake? How did they survive? And how on earth did they not get feasted upon?

To those questions, I have no answers other then simply put, they did! Yes, they did indeed! One by one, the black smog devoured the tiny little humans! Just as they did to us! The lit...

It started with a bite—a fleeting act of hungering passion. One single moment that became the trigger to the end of the world...

Or the catalyst for a new one.

The world once saw us as fiction, a fantasy glistening in sparkles. But now we are that world, our past lives, our past bodies left behind, like dust gathering in the ink of old history books. That one moment turned the world...

And we...

The world wasn’t always like this, the Elders once said. We weren’t always Children of Luna, basking in the soft, pale glow of the only thing strong enough to cut through the haze of the eternal smog and the space debris. They sometimes speak of a time when we were free to roam the surface under the Sun, our greatest threat. It was 3 times smaller then, a gentle warmth instead of an inferno. The E...