Writing Prompt

I saw something in you-the way you smiled,

the way you laughed-for some reason something inside me felt relived.

I wish you well,

You were a short chapter,

But a chapter that I’ll always flip back to....

I approach the familiar tunnel, I haven’t seen it in 15 years. Since we used to use the tunnel to travel from one side of our village to the other. I remember running with Tilda and Maureen like we were being chased by guards with their swords drawn. It was always were we got away from the “bad guys” for good, running off with stolen treasure or whatever our little minds thought of. The tunnel was...

I followed the trail. It let me to a little bridge. The kind you’d find in movies. The kind 8 year old me just _knew _fairies lived at.

i promised my sister Emersyn I’d take her while mom went to work. And I did just that. I have to admit, i was scared to go alone, and Emersyn gave a sense of comfort. Although she’s younger, she does have some fight in her. Emersyn started telling me her view of...

It’s beautiful it really is, abandoned, a fossil of times come before, hopefully that is, I mean as beautiful of an area as I’ve found myself in I think I’d much rather be alone in it than find a small civilisation living in a long buried castle. But maybe that’s just me.

No matter that I still need a place to sleep, and hide, and exist. I need a home and this is about as lucky as I’m ever going...

Aster furrowed her brows, leaning the map closer to her. The edges of the parchment crinkled beneath her tense grip. After scanning through each landmark, she looked up at the entranceway ahead, then back at the map.

“This doesn’t seem to be on the map at all,” she muttered, frustration beginning to gnaw at her, “I could have sworn that we were following the map correctly.”

“Perhaps we are,” Ceris...

My steps squished into the muddy floor, the air felt moist against my skin. “What the hell is that..” I turn to Claire, her confused face looking towards a tunnel, covered in leaves and vines. “Uh… I’m not sure…” my voice sounds out of breath from the hike, but i try to keep it as steady as possible. I continue walking cautiously towards the abise, hearing claire’s footsteps behind me. The closer ...

“Are you sure this is the only path?” Bartholomew peered into the tunnel dubiously, lantern swaying in his quivering hand. The unicorn hair and harpy eggshells felt heavy in his satchel. Beneath him, his small horse Edith nickered and backed away, ears pinned back.

They were heading for the grand kingdom of Drosengary, home of magic and of bustling trade. They were traders and adventurers. Thoug...

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Asked Michelle. She stared at the large, mossy wall. Beautiful, but deadly. “Pshht, it’ll be fine. Here,” said her twin brother Michael, handing each of them a small potion bottle. Thaeti stared at it unsurely.

“And why should we trust you?” Asked Cal.

“You shouldn’t, but you have to, if you want to live.” Michelle glared at Michael.

“You’re the one who g...

As I was walking back to my house one evening, I came across this unexplainable and ulterly astonishing place. A place that look like it’s only reserved for the higher ups. On the left, the bricks piling on top of each other and forming a wide sturdy rectangular structure, with fiercey little plants popping out of the corner of the sturdy concrete brick walls. On the right, a long bamboo sticks la...

"The gate of Valsaris, your grace." The attendant bowed and stood beside the priest as Tas-Faris and his guard marched to see it.

It was the remnant of a small tunnel, likely part of something much larger many years ago. The forest had grown around it, tall trees and rocks covered most of the ruin, but the tunnel still stood.

Tas-Faris did not know how long it had stood there. He knew that Vals...