Writing Prompt

Detective Harris had been on the Blue Cartel's trail for months. The notorious gang, named for their signature Blue heroine, a potent fentanyl laced drug that had flooded the streets of Nicholasville. The gang had always managed to evade capture with cunning and violence. But tonight, Harris had a lead. An informant had tipped him off about a drop at an old warehouse on the outskirts of town.

Bro...

She was ending it tonight.

Allyson Duffy was tired of being a doormat, a punching bag, and a convenient hole for her boyfriend‘s desires. she was tired of the assaults, of working her fingers to the bone, and of simply not being treated like an actual human being capable of rational thought, complex emotion, and a person in need of actual rest. She was tired of being treated like a possession. Sh...

The night often grows cold when I’m alone. The stars are always much more quiet and there’s no reason in sight. Despite the many tellings, at the end of the day, my conclusion is that there isn’t one.

Although there’s the crimson sparks in the sky and the beauty of it all - I see myself sitting in a car that keeps driving and there’s no way to stop it. I would argue with those who say “keep goin...

The crimson red, vibrant blue, and pearly white fireworks, against the cloudy black sky, a beautiful sight indeed.

A day for independence, always a-glee. With family and friends, the punk in my possession.

The night full of laughter and colors, full of joy and smiles. A night to remember, full of my friends and family’s faces.

A day for Independence, once never there, we appreciate our pr...

It was cold. That was the all encompassing characteristic of the week. James and I had found a corner of the old house that kept most of the frigid air away. No one had lived in it for years. The smell was nauseating, but it was better than freezing to death. In theory anyway.

Rumors spread around by the other street kids said this house was cursed. The ghost of the former owner tormented anyone...

Detective Barnes picked up the rectangular device from the table. It was small enough to fit in his hand, and it had strange crimson markings along the sides and back.

“What is it?”

“Some sort of device used for interstellar communication,” said Sam. The tall man in a disheveled shirt and tie took the device from Barnes. “It’s undeniably a Hiver device - look at how the controls are laid out. It’s...

[COM Chapter Six]

Edgaron’s loud screeching filled the air around them. The whipping of his large wings sweeping sand into the air. Exposing himself to all the men who quickly went to fearfully shaking, scimitars in hand. Felnir shot her hands into the air, hardly able to see within the new sand storm caused by Edgaron.

“Please let us speak to the boy!” Felnir pleaded, watching in horror as E...

Keys in hand a small knock on the door, I know no ones here but it’s always nice to be plight. Honestly some people need to learn that skill. Being plight I mean.

My old roommate definitely needed a lesson or two. Get this the guy would just barge in with no regards for what’s going on. Once even walked in as I was getting out of the shower, ugh I felt so exposed but hey that in the past as with...

Burnt damp wood, the stench smacked Myrtle across the face. Covering her face, Myrtle touched her fingers to her temples. On Enceladus, and in most new domed urban centers, the air is neutral, manufactured, filtered, sterilized. Some retailers pumped a cocktail of sales inspiring scents but mostly there was a scent of nothingness.

The bookshop was a husk. Black and charred countertops and melted ...

Finally, I have it in my possession.

I stare at it, caressing its smooth surface, my dark eyes reflecting in its crimson surface. It’s mine, all mine… the Gem of Eternity.

Truth be told, I had my doubts. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get my hands on it. I sent Norris, my goblin servant, to go speak with the Agency, see if they’d be willing to work with me… and they were. But that didn’t mean I ful...