Writing Prompt

Nova can tell Haze wants to tell her something. It might not be obvious to anyone else, but between sisters, it is glaring.

Haze is fidgety. Her eyes are darting to her every five seconds. She sees the lightest of purple dust follow Haze’s fingertips.

Once they get back to the castle from the dragon mission, Nova pulls her aside.

“What is it?” Nova cuts to the chase.

Haze doesn’t even hesit...

Laying here in pain that I feel in my chest trying not to let it get the best of be because I know what’s left

Quite space big room and my heart raising that it’s best

I feel it in my chest hurting bad that I don’t have nothing left

Tears dropping on my face one by one as many come was to come

Running down my face I use my hand to whip them on cause I couldn’t stand a chance

Mark on my fac...

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. ...