Writing Prompt

The saloon’s door creaked open as the stranger limped in. His boots left wet**,** black trails across the dusty floor. No rain outside**.**

The patrons froze, eyes narrowing. The sheriff rose slowly.
“You lost, friend?”

The stranger didn’t answer. His** **breath came in rattled gasps**.** He slumped onto a stool, hat low over his face. The bartender slid him a drink.

Then the parrot on the piano s...

Ich war mal wieder auf dem Weg nach Bonn. Bonn war die ehemalige Hauptstadt der Bundesrepublik Deutschland. Heute nannte sich Bonn die Bundesstaat Bonn. Man musste das Haupt zwar herauskürzen, wollte aber dennoch etwas besonderes sein und Bonn war noch etwas besonderes, denn dort befand sich das Bundesministerium für wirtschaftliche Zusammenarbeit und Entwicklung und da ich mich von jeher im Umfe...

Mira wasn’t like the others.

In a town where everyone was ordinary—flesh and blood, bone and sinew—she was made of paper. Thin, delicate, a walking stack of pages bound together in the vague shape of a girl. When she moved, she rustled. When the wind blew too hard, she had to clutch herself tightly, afraid she might scatter.

Everyone laughed.

“Don’t cry, Mira! You’ll turn into mush!”

“Careful!...

(I’ll address the whole government wanting to take away soulmates soon. I just wanted to branch off for a bit for this story!)

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Liam is determined to meet Tharen again.

He’s his soulmate.

He never thought he would meet his soulmate.

Growing up, his parents and Zac told him that having a fated partner is not all that great. Not for everyone at least.

Liam assumes they meant for him. He kn...

“Is it strange to say that you remind me of a fictional character?” Sam asked.

“Nah. I get that every once in a while. Even from people I’ve known for a long time.”

Sam smiled. “I still can’t get over it though. You and one of my favorite fictional characters both wear striped hats. And you both wear distinctive clothes. Well, if you call a bow tie clothes. Then again, what does a cat in ...

I walked through the cemetery, heading to a familiar spot. My mother died a few years ago and I miss her terribly every single day. She had cancer, and we knew she was gonna die… but I just wasn’t ready to let go.

When I saw her gravestone I sat down next to it, as per usual, “Hi mom. I miss you.” I said, solemnly. I talked to her for a few more minutes, before heading to school. It was bright a...

_Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from a book I’m making, so please don’t worry if the font is different! It is copy and pasted from my own google document! Without further ado, please enjoy._

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 The light flickers above a man tied down to a chair. His hands are tightly snug around his back, and his expression is knocked out cold. The sound of a door could be heard opening, and t...

James and I were a known couple in school, but we hardly have any form of physical interaction with each other. We rarely hold hands, never kiss, and seldom hug. Our relationship has been strained for years, so I thought we would have break up someday. But, as I’ve never expected, James offered me to do a date, we haven’t had date in a long period. He said it would be in the afternoon in a restaur...

Laurixa paced back and forth in front of her sister, Georgina, eyes wide with frantic energy. "Georgina, I'm telling you, that guy—Bolo's friend—is up to something. Something no-good, rotten, and downright fishy. First off, he brought us pancakes. Frickin' pancakes!" Laurixa threw her hands up like pancakes were the equivalent of a ticking time bomb.

"And before you ask why pancakes are suspiciou...

Chapter 12: Golden dance

Tears streamed down her face as she looked around, seeing Gabriella’s face everywhere she looked. The world began to spin, she knew this was the end for her. She reached out catching a hand in hers.

It was splintered and rough, she looked up, at George. “Do it then, finish me!” Elizabeth cried, tears streaming down her face as she surrendered.

“I just wanted to be lo...