Writing Prompt

In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Valoria, a place where the skies were as blue as sapphires and the forests whispered secrets of old, there was a young woman named Elara. She was no ordinary citizen; she was a protester. But her protest was unlike any the kingdom had ever seen before. For Elara wore a magical rope—an enchanted artifact that pulsed with a life of its own—wrapped around her wa...

Everyone without magic sucks says the king. Let my people have magic! If you don’t I’ll shoot you and kill you.” Oh no don’t do that it’s only a matter of time before you cause a commotion and hurt yourself don’t do that you’ll be fine and then you’ll sit on the cylinder rotator and hang off the edge of a stream, ok I won’t do that but you have to promise me to let everyone have magic or else you ...

Amerie gazes at the crowd of people. It isn’t a huge group, maybe about fifty people.

She wishes she could be down there with them. Getting to voice her own feelings, but she can’t. Not while she is who she is.

“Princess Amerie, it would be of great importance to pay attention,” her tutor’s serious tone snaps her out of her daze. “Of course, Mr. Nevyle. I apologize for my distractedness.”

Noddi...

I don’t know how I had got caught up in all of this. I had magic, there was no doubt about it. But I still believed that it was wrong that some people didn’t.

I thought of all the things I use my magic for that others don’t have the ability to do. I believe it was wrong. I grabbed a sign off of the ground that summed up how I felt: no magic, no mercy....

You gave me a chance

You listened to my words

As they danced across the page.

You enjoyed my thoughts

We talked about

Stories we’d read

And what I wanted to do later.

I’ll keep in touch I promise

But know you impacted my life so much

Even heard the “marriage” drama.

Well that “marriage” friend I had

Is no longer one and didn’t last

But that’s ok

Because you were still

One of the best people

...

“Won’t you join me, lovely lady?” Prince Raphael said with an elegant wave.

“No.”

Looking from the dining hall’s gilded ceiling to the luxurious rug, Estelle pointedly refused to make eye contact with her host. The prince chuckled. Scrumptious tea cakes, chocolates, and mounds of fruit covered the grand table. Her traitorous stomach rumbled. She had eaten since breakfast yesterday right before ...

I gazed at my father. Hesitant, I gulped then opened my mouth. “Who’s to say they don’t have their own magic? Leave them be. They are you as you are me.”

It was the bravest thing I ever did in the eyes of the world’s greatest wizard, sorcerer of sunlight, emblem of magic. His reaction through me for a diabolical loop of uncanny mystery laced with potions and emphatic energy....

A note was found at the end of a bacon trail at Duckingburg Palace, and it read as follows:

“Good whatever time of day it is to whomever it concerns,

Yes, I have captured Pickles, the royal purebred. As I have understood, you need him for a breeding ceremony in about 24 hours to continue your familiar’s lineage, but in 12 hours, the last human reserve is set to be destroyed as per royal decree. ...

The atmosphere was electric, hundreds of people gathered outside the citadel holding placards aloft, chanting for equal rights. I wound my way through the crush of humans, most letting me pass unhindered, some openly staring at me in distrust. Conversations and shouting crashed over me in waves, indistinct but exciting. I carried my placard in solidarity to the humans around me, although I was not...

“Your Highness, you’re a fool!”

“What was I suppose to do?”

“Arrest her!”

“She is arrested…technically. I’m just protecting her.”

“Why, Caspian, why her?”

I open my eyes, trying to distinguish the unfamiliar voice complaining to Caspian.

Bright sunlight stings my eyes. I glance around the room.

I’m in a lavish, four poster bed, with luxurious blankets.

Gold gilded pictures and artifacts s...