Writing Prompt

"Oh, my, God! I'm kissing Troy Fielding!"

was the only thought running through my head. I was currently hanging out behind the football field bleachers, making out with the hottest boy in the school. If only you knew just how I felt, you wouldn't roll your eyes when I'd say this was truly magical.

My friends told me that he was stocking me throughout the week, but at the time, I didn't want to b...

Andrew realised that he loved her from the moment she reached the counter. Those soft mahogany eyes, that were matched only by the hair cascading off her temples like twirling ribbons, paired perfectly with each of her rich scarlet curls, which appeared as if they had been individually soaked in a bath of ripe cherries. As she ordered her hazelnut latte, he noticed how the creases of her cheeks st...

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗...

Gusts of wind whipped by Sylvia. Her long, red hair getting tangled as she watched her friends fly by. Her pointed ears turning red from the chill the wind brought.

Removing her googles, Sylvia saw her friends panting in front of her. Much shorter and smaller was her two friends, Fiona and Riles. Fiona had pink hair and freckles as Riles had short brown hair and a scar over his eye. Sylvia was s...

The runners were nervously stretching. Nobody talked. Then, Bill said “I’m totally gonna lose.” Everyone gathered up to the starting line. 3... 2... 1... go! Bill suddenly fell. “Ouch!” Then, he realized nobody was there. He was first! He got up and ran as hard as he can. He ran so fast, he finished! And that was just the first ten minutes....

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲....

I woke up to the Sun glaring through my window. I looked at my clock 7-20 A.M. it read. I rolled over to see my little brother standing in my doorway. "What are you doing Tom?" I asked rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I need to talk to you." He said, "Alright about what?" I said patting my bed in a sign to come sit. "Sissy I'm scared." Now I knew something was wrong my 13-year-old brother almost...