Writing Prompt

She knew him.

She knew him?

Of course she knew him. Everyone knew him. He was famous.

But she knew him. The familiarity wasn’t just because he was one of the most admired, celebrated, talented musicians to ever grace a public stage and had been for longer than she’d been taking up space on planet Earth. It was more than that. It was an intimate knowledge. As she stared at the picture on the sc...

The marriage had gone as well as anyone could have hoped considering the strange path we took to find each other but recently things had started to go awry. As a twenty six year old woman, I always found it surreal that I had even gotten married, never mind so young and to someone so different from myself. I’d met Lucas when I was at my lowest and like a bright shining knight, he swooped in and re...

He wandered through the camp, his boots kicking up fine, powdery dust that choked him. Ugly wooden barracks stood at attention on either side of him. His gaze locked on the strange creatures peeking out of the open entrances—pale, haunted faces; bony skeletons with sagging, papery skin; bulging joints and reedy limbs.

And the eyes...the eyes were the worst part. They stared at him: dull, hopeles...

“What?” I panicked as soon as the words left his mouth. Daniel has always been around and I always thought it was just coincidence. “You crazy!” I said as I swiftly turned around wanting to leave as soon as I could. Danny grabbed my wrist “I’m not lying to you, I could never lie to you!” He lifted his hand to my face and gently caressed my cheek. He was trying to comfort me, but I was to far gone....

I was walking around my small little town as normal. People saying hi to me as I say hello to them. After a while, the new people I would see that I haven’t before would stare ever so weirdly. Maybe I look like someone they’ve known before.

I get to the bar. A place I’ve visited many times before. This time. A different experience. The bartender looking at me with a state of shock. “Something the...

I woke up from the same dream again. The din of the clashing swords, still ringing in my head and the smell of blood and rotting bodies, so vivid it almost had me gagging for fresh air.

I was ten years old when the nightmares started. Every time the same thing, the gory battlefield, the shouts and cries of dying men, and the figure upon the horse, his face in shadow, leading the charge.

What’s wr...

She was a mere five years old, a serious gleam in her coal black eyes and skin a stark pale against straight, short black hair. A singular mole adorned the tip of her cheekbone. She did not take pleasure in company, but rather sat alone by the window, eyes closed with the impression of one immersed deep in philosophy.

Her parents were concerned for her, as she rarely displayed signs of joy, or co...

I travel to London for the first time. It had always been my dream.

I checked into my hotel and laid down on my bed. I felt a familiar feeling like this was my home. A home I had been to before.

I had always been an anglophone since the age of five.

One day in Covent Garden an elderly Gypsy woman approached me. She offered me a free reading if I bought her violets. So I did. She told me I...

"so, you're telling me that you broke into my home, not to kidnap me, but claim that i was a king in my past life?" my frail hands rose to cross over one another, as i glared doubtfully at the intruders which now bowed before me.

"this is ridiculous."

"but doesn't it make sense to you?" one of the two probable murderers shot back at me. she was a young woman, looked about in her twenty's, yet s...

I breath in and out quickly. Another one on these bad dreams.

I feel liquid on my face. No suprise there, this happens everyday.

As long as I have remembered I have had these bad dreams. They feel so real.

Like lost memories. In these dreams I am someone else. A boy who loves another boy. But their love ends in a tragic double suicide.

Well, I guess it's time to get ready. Today is my first d...