Writing Prompt

The surface of the swamp bloomed with clouds of iridescent orange, white, blue, and red. The waters, placid like glass, reflected the sky overhead, the skies which were now filled with hundreds of glowing lanterns. The tiny flickering flames pocketed in each white lantern danced along the water. Their flames, the ones reflected in the waters, were lengthened and distorted, appearing more like ghos...

I was just going to visit my mother... I dont see her very often....My parents split up i dont know why but when ever i ask my father, he says something like

“You dont need to know yet. Go and do your homework now little miss!”

Or if i ask my mother she says something like

“your not ready to know....”

then goes on a rant about how much she misses father. So I stopped asking mother.

I had just...

The night was colder and darker than I was used to, my breath a white fog in front of me. I took another step, stopped right in front of the riverbank and kneeled, so I could take a better look.

I was breathing heavily. Walking all this way with no break took it‘s toll on my body. My eyes felt heavy but I kept on staring and then I saw it.

A glowing light appeared in the water.

It was small an...

A glowing light appeared in the water. At least, she thought it was in the water. In the darkness, it was difficult to see where the sea ended and the dark night sky began.

It was just a tiny pin prick of light, on the far horizon.

She stood, transfixed, unable to take her eyes off of that light. How long had she been there? She couldn’t say. She inhaled a long, deep breath. Salt. Seaweed. Ozone....

I have always loved the water. As a child, no one would ever wonder where I was because I was always in or by that always warm and peaceful lake outside our cottage. It was beautiful. Tranquil even. Like all teenagers I stressed about almost everything I could think about so I spent all of my time at that lake.

It was a beautiful summers day so I was spending my afternoon sat by the lake reading...

For me, fishing was always a day of peace for my father and I. Most days he would return from work and the whisky bottle was open on the kitchen counter before he got his jacket off, but when its just me, my father and the stillness of lake sierra the sensation of warm serenity takes place of the usually gray anhedonia that I feel at home. I heard the shouting and fighting the night before. Its ha...

She headed outside, not knowing or caring about her destination. She had tried to get through the year, but too much had dragged her down. Some of it was her doing, she knew. She shut down, closed people out, and stopped caring. She became numb and allowed time to pass her by. She grew older, but not wiser.

She needed a new path, and hoped the fresh air gave her some clarity. At she was mo...

Saffron wasn’t very fond of lakes. Too wet. No shiny. Bad for wings. She cleaned her black feathers as she stared down at the dark water from her branch. She was looking for new sparkles to decorate her nest. Pebbles. Hair clips. Wrappers. Anything she could fit in her beak. She liked sparkly things very much. Her dark eyes specially picked out something new in the lake. A glowing light appeared i...

“Go to your parent’s cabin Sarah!” Her aunt told her. “ there, you will find a hidden hot spring.” She paused. “Are you listening Sarah?” Sarah nodded absentmindedly. It was another morning listening to her crazy aunt’s rambling. Hot springs, cabin, next she’s going to mention the light. She heard it every morning since she came to live with her aunt after her parents disappearance . “....Follo...