Writing Prompt

I woke to the sound of ticking. Not digital. A pocket watch. My hands were ink-stained, trembling. The room smelled of oil lamps and something metallic.

Low candlelight flickered over wooden floorboards—warped, uneven. I sat up in a stiff-backed chair. Across the room, an old man lay asleep, his cloudy eye wide open.

No phone. No lights. Just dread curling in my gut.

I recognized this place. The b...

You were the waves to my sea

You were the lock to my key

You were the lyrics to my favorite songs

You were the rights to my wrongs

You were the summer to my winter heart

You were the paint to my work of art

You were the clouds to my sky

You were the good to my bye

You were the figure to my shadow

But now, you are a poem I used to know...

Lirean opened his eyes, finding himself way up high. His limbs went limp as he assessed the situation, dropping the child he was holding- wait.. CHILD?! Why the hell- oh who cares! He just killed a baby-!

“ A-yu! “ He called out a random name, reaching for the falling child, suddenly, it felt like *He* was the one falling as whatever was carrying him dived down after it.

“ AAAAAAAA- “ He screa...

Whoooosh.

My head is spinning and I know it’s happened again. I’ve been warped to another period of time. I swallow hard and wait to open my eyes until the faintness has subsided. I blink, and then again. I’m hovering above a sea of people clamoring angrily, rage collectively shaping their faces. Why am I above them? I try to move an arm, I can’t. I try to move my legs. Nope. I glance down and no...

I never knew that dreams actually come true. It was the sort of thing I had always hoped and wished would happen, but never did. But then it did happen, and in the most unexpected way.

I thought I was still dreaming until I heard the shouts. Shouts coming from all around me. A passerby brushed past me making me jump.

I turned around and saw a market. Not like a grocery store or a farmers market,...

I woke up to the sound of horse hooves clattering on cobblestones. Disoriented, I blinked my eyes open to find myself in a quaint medieval village straight out of an old novel. Panic surged through me as I realized I wasn't in my own time anymore.

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself to stay calm. I needed to figure out how to get back to the modern day, but first, I had to blend in. I observe...

Once upon a time, I found myself abruptly waking up in the pages of an old novel. As I blinked my eyes open, I realized that I had somehow been transported back in time. Panic and confusion gripped me, but I quickly reminded myself to remain inconspicuous and not draw any attention.

I looked around and noticed that I was in a quaint little village, with cobblestone streets and houses made of timb...

I feel a strange, tightening sensation around my torso. The constriction is almost suffocating. Before I look down to see what it is that’s restricting my breathing, I take in the colossal, ornate room that I’ve found myself in. The extravagant, brass chandelier, with burning candles in each groove, hovers above me and the tall, intimidating fireplace growls with a fire. The long table that stretc...

When I woke up with a strange headache, confusion took over. I found myself in a small, unfamiliar house. Outside, there was a lot of noise. Gathering strength, I ventured out, trying to make sense of the situation. Everything seemed different, like tales from old stories and movies, yet uniquely distinct.

Despite their apparent poverty, the people greeted me with sincere smiles, as if I were a c...

Viva la révolution!

Vive la France!

Faded gray peacoat

Blue, white, red patch

A shotgun in its holster

A ringing in my ear

And little recollection

Of how I landed here

Blood of noble comrades

Spilt on ground of humble slums

Furrowed brows of angry soldiers

Marching with imperial hums

I cannot die in battle

But how can I go back home?

As I have seen this revolution

Claim lives not unlike ...