Writing Prompt

Alone, he stepped into the New World. The fresh undergrowth of a world long destroyed was now a mossy carcass beneath his feet. He wanted to feel the swell of pride that came with new discovery. He wanted to run freely through this green carpet that sprung between his toes. But all he felt was empty.

For so long he had been dreaming of this moment. He wondered how it would feel to be reborn when the crypts finally opened. Oh, how he had once ached for release such as this. But this world was not the world he left behind. The ones that came after him had spent the last of his blessings to the earth. Now, this desolate husk was nothing but a poor reminder of how far they had fallen.

He didn’t want to begin from nothing again. He didn’t want to be the maker who nursed new monsters at his chest. His hands, the ones that had first sculpted clay all those years ago, fell limply to his side. He didn’t want to make a new world, only to have it be destroyed all over again.

(He didn’t want to be disappointed again, by the very creatures he had nurtured. (The agony of a second betrayal would split him in two.)

The old gods would understand. It would take time, but they would eventually agree with his decision to decline their offer. Perhaps if they molded this new word without the interventions of his gifts, all would be well. Besides, it was better the creatures they created stayed dumb and docile. Maybe then they would not destroy this prolific New World.

And so, Ambition turned his back and stepped off the face of the earth. What he had once given so freely had broken the society that came before . Perhaps the New Word would be better off without him.

Alone, stepped into the new world. But his old one had never ended. Fighting his father was never going to be a winning battle. To his father, he was still Jasmine, but to himself, he was Charlie. Alone, he stepped into something new and bright. But alone he would not be for long.

He breathed in the familiar scent of sand and desert sky. It was old country, but everything was different now.

At long last, it was time for Dorn to return home. It had been four long months since the Gloam had chased them from the valley, and longer still since life had been “normal” in a sense.

Life will never be normal again, Dorn thought, as he followed the other Dwarves across the bridge. Now that Gus was gone, not only would the lives of the Freewheelers be changed, but Dorn was about to step into a huge position of leadership not only in their gang but in Sunstone Valley.

The Dwarves had suffered a lot, starting with the attack at the Rumbledome one Friday evening that had left their peaceful villages in tatters. That’s when the Freewheelers knew that Gloam armies had returned to the realm after years of exile. Like everyone in Sacred Grove, the native creatures of Sunstone Valley were hosts of all sorts of natural magicks, but it paled chiefly in comparison to the forces of dark mana the Gloam had harnessed throughout their time terrorizing Sacred Grove.

After the Gloam’s attacks had driven the Dwarves into mass exodus of their home in Sunstone Valley, they had been forced to relocate into Shrouded Glade, the home of the Druids. It was a difficult decision, and Dorn probably wouldn’t have come to it without Gus. He had been so sure it was their only choice, despite being firmly disliked by the stuffy Druids. They seemed to believe they were better than the Dwarves, possibly other races as well, because of their prodigal skill and knowledge in magicks, and their beloved Magic Academy in the northern mountains. Luckily, the Royal Guard’s reinforcements had been enough to bridge the Druids and the Dwarves so that the Gloam invasion in Shrouded Glade could be staunched. Dorn’s brother, Gus, and the Gloam’s General, Drahk, had traded fire in the final hour of the battle and the two sides were at a stalemate. Leaderless, the Gloam were forced to flee. And Dorn had been left to rally the Dwarves and lead them back into the homeland.

The day had finally come to go home. But the acrid tang of smoke in the air was enough for Dorn to realize that Sunstone Valley was no longer a safe haven. Their homes were shells of what they had been, battered and still smoking. Manguana were everywhere, pushed up the cliffs from the remains of the Gloam that still hung around in the valley.

“What do we do?” asked one of the others, Sindri.

“Yeah, Dorn, what are we supposed to do now?”

The crowd’s murmurs rose, as did Dorn’s panic. For the thousandth time since Gus had fallen, he wished his brother was here. He knew what they must do; they had to take back the valley. It would be harder than it sounded.

And it was up to him, now, to lead them.

Alone, he stepped into the new world.

Daniel did not know where he was. All he knew was that it was new and he was alone. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as the ten year old navigated through the dark forest.

He was completely alone...

Or so he thought.

alone he stepped into the new world an array of memories a collage of brilliant colors a footprint on the beach leading into the endless seas he pushed one foot in front of the other his eyes wide with wonder the clouds above crackling with thunder he stepped into the ocean holding his head high trying to keep from going under he gave one look back and said goodbye his heart filled with a new hunger to swim farther then ever before to take what was his to keep there’s a huge world out there but instead everyone is fast asleep but he won’t stay at bay because there’s not much left to say and he isn’t the same person he was yesterday so he takes one more step forward and swims away to the next adventure to a new world where everything will be okay

Alone, he stepped into this new world.

He thought it would be brighter, more... more? More standing on the clouds, more angels and such. But he saw nothing. Under his feet was nothing but white. Four white walls surrounded him, visible by light that seems to come from nowhere. He can see no one. He can’t taste anything, smell anything. Four of his five senses are perplexed at this nothingness. However, his hearing is an exception. The music is soft but it’s growing louder. Then, the chorus. The beats rocket off the walls. The white walls explode in colour with every beat. He wasn’t in heaven, he thought, he was in his own head. And his headphones were turned up loud.

Alone, he stepped into a new world. With nothing but silence surrounding him. He looks around, waiting for an answer, some clue to where he is. He can’t tell if he was actually in a new place- or if he was dreaming. As scary as it was being there he hoped he wasn’t dreaming. He didn’t want to go back . He was scared for what were to happen if he went back. He was sure he would get caught being out at this time of night, and the punishment for that- it just made him shiver at the thought. One kid in his home had snuck out before after that, we all learned never to disobey again. He shook the thoughts from his head as he continued to walk down the dark path. There was a slight rattle that caused him to jump back. He looked around, but still found nothing in the darkness. He continues walking for what seems like days, but is only a few hours. As he is about to give up he reaches a turn, the first one so far. As he turns the corner he felt something slam into him. He jumps back, startled. The thing he ran into turns out to be a human, a girl, judging by the squeal. “Who are you,” she demands “Who-are-you!” He walks back a few steps, preparing to run. When he realizes she is the first sight of life he had seen through this treacherous journey. So he very calmly walk s forward. “ I am Eli.” She smiles “hello Eli, I’m Kenna.” He smiles and shakes her extended hand. While they were on good terms He decides to ask her about her journey so far. So she quickly fills her in and he does the same. It sounded like there journeys have pretty much been the same. As he thought about it she says” how come we came from opposite sides and happened to come to the only turn at the exact same time?” Eli stares at her, his mind filling with doubt of ever getting out of here. He hadn’t even thought about that. If they had started each at opposing ends and had walked to a middle point that means there is no end, no opening, no way to get out. He shakes his head and bows his head. “What are we going to do?” She looks at him and shakes her head, having no idea either. They sat there in silence neither one bothering to interrupt the others thought process. It was at least a hour before Kenna stood up and grinned “ I have an idea.” Eli states at her in shock. To happy to speak but not trying to get his hopes up in case her idea won’t work. So instead he looks up and says” Tell me.” She walks over still smiling having complete faith in her idea. As she sits Eli is preparing himself for what is to come next.

Alone, he stepped into the new world. Being locked up for what seemed like centuries he was now free. Being immortal wasn’t everything, especially when you outlive all the people you love. The one thing he has always wanted was someone to share everything he had with someone he loved. But because he was locked up for so long he has missed that chance. Now he was stepping into a whole new world where he knew no one. He didn’t even know what the world was like anymore. He was alone. In a world he didn’t know.

Alone, he stepped into the new world. I’ll tell you the story of a scientist ambition to connect to new worlds. Have you ever wondered when you look at the sky, the other worlds out there. Looking up at the sky we realise that we are on a small part of the galaxy which is a small part of the universe. Would it be possible to travel world to world. That is my mission. My whole life has been dedicated to making the turbo machine. Once I get this working I will be able to solve the gap between other worlds that include life.

It was an ordinary Monday. As usual I have the Monday morning grumps. Dizzy on my feet as the alarm continues to ring in my ears. Heating up milk on the stove, steering slowly with my wooden spatula. Yawning as I pour the milk into the bowl full of cereal. Going down the creaking steps to my cellar with my breakfast in my hands. Banging the door shut with my foot and placing the bowl down next to my paperwork. Gazing at my machine, half finished. It has been years since I’ve made progress.

After a few hours of work I reached the conclusion that I need more electricity to make the machine work. I grab my power packs and connect it to my main generator before switching the plug. Suddenly, my light bulbs smash and my machine lights up and flows with a green illuminating light. Laughing my head off watching as the machine turns with light and buzzing noises. “It works...it works” I yell at the top of my voice. My legs shake uncontrollably as I enter the machine, alone. The wonders of a new world, I will explore.

He breathed the air of a new city, the air of a new attitude. It was the beginning of his new life. No more responsibility for others, no more answering for what does not apply to him. From this moment on, he is free to work on his dreams on his own time.

He unlocked the door to his shitty apartment, nestled tightly between a Puerto Rican family and an old pizza shop that smelled like burnt toast and fry oil. The light flickered, and there was a buzzing sound coming from the radiator.

He walked in, crossed the room, a shiver running through his bones. There was a draft coming from a window slightly cracked. The floor creaked under his feet and his suitcase caught on a loose floor board. Leaving it, he went to turn on the beat up lamp in the corner. Click. It doesn’t work. He went to close the window. Stuck. He went to turn off the radiator. The knob turned and turned, but nothing happened.

Giving up, he sat in the old arm chair in the corner. The only thing resembling furniture in the apartment. He took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. Then another, until he could finally wrap his head around his future. This is it. This is him on his own. No one to call. No parachute.

He closed his eyes, and thought back to all the times he dreamed of this moment. The day he was finally on his own. He pinched pennies enough to move away from all that his demons. He worked and worked to get a fresh start. Somewhere new. Somewhere he wasn’t being hunted. No more looking over his shoulder, hoping not to be seen.